“It’s my time now, Levi. You know it. I know it. Father even knows it. He’s getting old. He’s grown too damn soft for his own good. That s**t with the baking powder … do you think he’s going to retaliate against Dujar? No. When Dujar lies and tells him it was an innocent mix-up, which surely he will, Father will pretend to believe him. ‘Diplomacy,’ he’ll say. He always f*****g says that.” I shake my head. “It’s a f*****g joke. Someone needs to shake the old man from his roost.”
“You sound like you’re considering a power play,” Levi says cautiously.
“Against my own father? The man who took down the Irish? Who slayed the Elephant? Who put the whole city under his thumb in one fell swoop?” I shake my head. “He was a force to be reckoned with, once upon a time.”
“Not that he’d ever admit it
