Angelo sighed. Deeply. Sitting in his idling car, he stared through the massive rod iron gates of his father’s estate with all the enthusiasm of a man awaiting a colonoscopy. As Don Luciano’s men opened the way for his car, Angelo drove up the loose gravel path and toward a flat area for parked vehicles. There were at least ten off hand, but that was nothing unusual. With the house doubling as the DeRossi family headquarters, men came and went constantly. Angelo was hard pressed to remember a time when there wasn’t some kind of business operating in the background. Once he parked, he took a step out and finished his cigarette. It was his third one since leaving his office that morning.
The home of Luciano DeRossi wasn’t exactly subtle. It was a two story villa, complete with an overlookin
