Two days before New York
Two days before New York“He’s not letting up and busted in on my wife at work.”
“How’s that our problem?” Tommaso thought if Gallagher focused on us then his hands were clean.
“It’s your problem because he’s coming after us.”
“You set his sights on us!” Alvize barked, shoving the photos of his family on the table.
“He’s probably watching us all now. The motherfucker won’t let up. He showed up at our homes,” said Mirella Pacelli, an old family friend.
“Mirella’s right; we need to work together. All of our lives are on the line,” Savio explained; he gave the last word, and Tommaso had to agree.
“Emers and Tulio we agreed to, the other bullshit I didn’t ask for,” Tommaso stated.
“The funeral for Brilynn he showed up.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Alvize fussed.
