Forty-One
Louis
Three weeks after we took over London, things were finally starting to run smoothly. Or as smoothly as it can when you’re dealing with criminals and thugs.
Thankfully, the brutality of our takeover seemed to have brought the other Families to heel. What took the longest was weeding out those of our own men we could still trust from the ones who’d been loyal to our father.
Wesley was the biggest problem. Even our stepmother accepted the death of her husband meekly enough and got on the train to Scotland we put her on without a complaint, probably thanks to the several million we wired to her bank account. She might have been our father’s wife, but none of us had any beef with her. She’d mostly been a quiet, shadowy background figure since the day she married into the fam
