Vincent's POV
If this had been a year ago, half of New York would have been burning by now. The fat octopus, Barone, would have been tied to a chair wrapped in his own tentacles while I cut chunks of flesh from his oily body. The way I am feeling now, I can’t promise that Barone won’t end up like that in the near future, but I have greater priorities at this moment in time. Renzo had taken the figure behind the garage, and we could see the plumes of smoke in the background. Not long after, my second had sped out of our estate to collect Barone’s mistress. I let the heat from the bonfire blaze within me, channeling it like fuel that I would spill across Barone’s empire. Black ash will crinkle beneath my feet, as I twist my heel into his former glory. The image of what I will reduce him to
