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“What the fuck does thatto calen will fix this I should have killed that fuck when I had a chance Maybe it’s not too late

“He’s got his overnor We ot the ear of the Irish”

“Fuck”

“What do you think that means for us?”

“It means he’s not done”

“What do you want to do?”

I lean back in my chair, a bitter smile on my lips

“We need to take him out before he succeeds”

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Matteo

One year later

Despite everything I thought, I lost Chicago

That was enough to sendBut that wasn’t all Salvatore is ru another play for the East Coast

This is where it stops

The East Coast is mine

I don’t give a fuck who he thinks he is I won’t let him take it from me

The door tothe h the room

I don’t have to look up to know it’s Lorenzo, and by the way he stoood

“What now?” I liftover and see his scowl In the year that has passed, he’s grown up a lot, and is no longer the happy-go-lucky bastard he once was

Lorenzo runs his hands over his face, heaving out a long-suffering sigh “I’ to lie to you, it’s bad”

“How bad?”

“Gotta get our shit together, bad While ere focused on holding ties with the Irish, Salvatore was focusing on our own backyard”

My knuckles turn white as I graspit completely “Don’t talk in riddles, Lorenzo Spit it out”

“Governor Marino”

There is a stillness to the room at his words, followed by silence

My fist slaering in the air Lorenzo doesn’t juhly and mercilessly fucked we are

Frank Marino, the Governor of New Jersey, has always been a thorn in my side Ever since he rejected o above hiotten along That, coupled by the fact I know of his past business dealings with my deceased uncle, leaves no love lost between us But to knowto do with him is even worse

“Talk”

Lorenzo shakes his head, and I knohat he’s about to tellto be bad There is a tenseness to his shoulders, one that’s often not present No one else would notice, but to oes for hi much easier in certain situations that we can speak without words