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On cue, Gian walks into The Alibi He wears a fitted stone gray suit and a white silk shirt We have good genes, no one can deny that Gian’s black hair is slicked back showing off his proreets Bobby His sleeve lifts to show off his 25,000 Rolex as he shakes the man's hand

He flips open the button on his suit jacket as he takes a wide-legged seat at the table, lifting a hand to signal for Bobby and me to join him

He’s already in command of the room

Sometimes, the title folloer

“So,” Bobby trails “You wanted to see me, huh?”

“Yep,” Gian responds cooly “It’s been to fucking long”

Bobby sighs, leaning back into his chair “Yeah, yeah it has”

“Massimo’s been dead, what seven months?”

Bobby groans in response The foranization in turmoil

“You knoe can’t continue like this?” Gian asks, eliciting another groan from Bobby

There’s no debate that we need a leader, that’s how this shit works

The problem is who

“My crew has been h all the bullshit Marazano left us with”

The foration that had paused a lot of business

“We haven’t been so lucky,” Bobby admits “Fed’s have been on us”