I sat at the end of the table and watched my family laugh and enjoy one another’s company. Becoming the Don was something I had waited patiently for since I was a child. Even after my initiation at twenty, when I watched the life drain out of Marcello Angelo then tossed him in the river to join the rest of his friends, I knew this was the life for me. Killing had become an art for me, not a sport. I wasn’t a total monster, but I made sure I kept up a certain level of finesse. Presenting a soul to the afterlife should be done for the right reason. That was why, when I killed, I made it count.
I strummed my fingers on the wooden arm and let my mind sink deeper into my thoughts. Tonight would be grand. I’d made sure of it, not just because of my new position, but because the world would know
