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Sante
Savio sat with his back to us in the conference room of the Calabresi office, where he normally wouldn’t have us discuss mafia business. After retaliation for Maurizio’s murder on a few of our spots, we needed to discuss what the next move would be. To see my brother married and happy with a wife and baby soon was shocking for the entire family, but my mother hadn’t stopped crying since the news was broken at a family dinner.
“How many warehouses did they hit?” He turned in his chair and looked my way.
As the underboss, it was my job to keep things running without causing him any distress. Lately, things had gotten out of control. Carmine also was now in position as the head boss for Colombo family.
“At least three.”
“Three, Sante,” he growled
“We need to strike back, or th
