Chapter 66

Hearing the man mention his mother like property, Luke reached for his pistol but hesitated. The man watched Luke's had twitch over his breast pocket, knowing below that jacket was his gun. "Don't do anything you'll regret, son. A low-level nobody is one thing. Shooting a Don can put you in some deep water with the families. They respect me and my family. What would they say about you considering your past?"

Luke relaxed, still wanting to shoot the man. He was right. The family heads didn't trust him, and for now, he'd need to lay low. His father had no idea the stress he'd caused, and once it was all cleared up he would make sure his family would never be in this mess again.

"Fine. How do you want to do this?" He said sitting back in his seat as he threw back the rest of his Scotch.

"I want a cut of the olive oil."

"Our olive groves? Why?"

"It looks legit and no feds on our ass. I need that right now."