Everyone glanced up as Marcello entered the room. He was thinner, his eyes hollowed and sunken, but Gio saw that in those eyes was insanity barely restrained.
Marcello ignored his cousins and turned to Luigi.
“What do you have?”
It was Gio who answered the haunted man. “There’s a list ready.”
“Where is it?”
Gio took the paper from the desk and tore a portion away before handing it over to Marcello.
“Why tear that?”
Gio leisurely reached for a cigar as he replied, “The man still has a lot of sins to atone for—preferably alive. His death date has been adjusted. Two of those on the list are yours to do as you wish.”
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“Hello, Gio.”
Gio looked up from the tablet in his hand, then lowered it to the table. He watched his twin walk deeper into the office and take a seat. He waited. E
