Georgie stared at Michael in disbelief as his eyes finished adjusting to the light. His hair was maybe a little lighter than when he had seen him, and he was most definitely dressed a lot sharper but it was him.
He remembered the day he'd met him, he was an eager young man who had been working odd jobs for them for years and when the time came to get a good man up in the ranks, Michael had been the natural choice. At that time, Leopoldo was not the Don of the Carangi Family and Georgie had watched his late uncle divulge many secrets to this newcomer. To Georgie it seemed a foolhardy thing to do but at the same time, Georgie did not dislike the man.
Michael leaned against the wall, looking at his gun and then back at Georgie. Georgie knew that not many men would remember him. When his
