Morning came. Peace did not.
The city looked normal from a distance. Cars moved. Cafes opened. Office workers rushed on the sidewalks.
Beneath the everyday routine tension spreads fast.
News of the attacks reached both mafia families before sunrise.
No one knew who really struck first.
Everyone only knew someone wanted blood.
Leo stood in his fathers office looking out over the city.
Vittorio entered without saying a word.
"They're gathering, " he said.
Leo did not turn around.
"The DeLucas?" he asked.
Vittorio nodded.
"Our scouts saw movement around the Harbor District."
Leo stayed quiet.
". Our people?" he asked.
"They're getting ready to fight back, " Vittorio said.
Leo finally faced his father.
"If we attack now we're giving the enemy what they want."
Vittorio studied
