Chapter 62: Prince Of The City

We pulled up to the place and I released a breath. "I hope this is the last one. I'm tired of looking at these fucks." I climbed out the backseat and put my shades on, scanning the area for any undesirables. Fucking mob got more leaks than a damn waterfall.

I walked into the building flanked by the only two men I trusted implicitly. I knew they weren't sure about this move we were making, but they trusted me enough to know what I was doing for all of us. My sisters needed to grow old with their husbands. If we kept going the way we were we'd all be dead in ten years. This next generation of fuckwits didn't have any heart, and loyalty was just a word in the dictionary.