Mario and Rio Mazzeo have control of a small section of the city. Business between our familieshas always been tense, but respectful, and now some of my men have threatened that fragilecoexistence. I’ve all but wiped out any real competition we had in the city, and now, rather thanenjoying being on top, my soldiers are out starting fights with men from lesser families. Idiots.
“Leave your weapon,” I tell Petr, motioning to the gun in his holster.He frowns at me, but I nod to let him know I’m serious. “Mario will see it as a sign of trust
between us. He’s old school.”
Petr does as I say, but asks what we’ll do if they pull a gun on us.
I lean down and lift my pant leg, revealing a gun and a knife strapped to my calf. “I’m not going in
