A knock came on Demetrio's door while he was clearing up his desk. For the first time in what must have been forever, he had no pressing matters to attend to. It was a good feeling. He finally felt like he was coming into his own. He had set out to make a name for himself as a Don to never be crossed, yet one marginally less cruel than his predecessor. It was probably the first time in his life that his personal and professional life were so harmoniously in sync with one another and he did not take that for granted. It had taken weeks to deal with the remaining traitors. Some had tried to flee, naturally, but the list Celia gave was detailed enough to stop them in their tracks. By far the ones most difficult to capture had been the ones who had decided to go into hiding. With families so t
