Dario
It went against the omertá to kill the capo dei capi. If I chose to take my father's life, I would never be capo. I wouldn't be the first son to murder his father. Recently, there was a situation in the Chicago outfit. While no one can prove the son was responsible for the boss's death—he had an alibi—that didn't stop the rumors. I'd met the father more than once. With the son in control, Chicago was now a better outfit.
Dante was seated shotgun while Giovanni drove the bulletproof SUV.
“He's in the city," Dante said after a series of text messages with some of our top soldiers—the ones we knew we could trust, or at least we thought we could. My brother was speaking of our father.
“Take us to his apartment building," I said.
Giovanni took the next turn and headed toward our
