Following my first kill, there were two more of Ajello’s infiltrators that required my personal “attention.” Each time, I pressed a gun to a man’s head and pulled the trigger without even the slightest shaking of my fingers. I’ve also condemned several of our men to death by sending them to New York to spy on that bastard. He discovered each one. I got them back—in pieces—by special courier delivery.
There were more. An employee in one of the casinos who was caught stealing. A bookkeeper who forged the accounts and skimmed off the top. They may not have died by my hand, but I was the one who gave the orders. It was their lives or the safety of my little girl. Not a choice at all, in my eyes. Keeping my child safe trumps everything else in this godforsaken world.
“I’m certainly not here b
