~Lorenzo POV~
I found the kitchen empty. The house was unusually quiet. At any given time, there could be twenty men, guarding the house along with multiple family members, and friends. Our men could easily be picked out by their customary black suits, and black shirts. This of course was by designed. Though my cousin Victor was always into the granular details of things, enough so that even the article of clothes his men wore and their fitness was subject to oversight and scrutiny; this tradition predated him. In our world, how your soldiers look was a direct reflection of how successful your organization was. So, the Wise Guys as they were known by back then would always look the part with an assemble of top-notch expensive suits, watches, shoes and black shades. Only the top lieutenant
