LUCIEN
I looked over the waste of human flesh and sighed. They should have just stayed home. They should have not taken this job. I didn’t kill them. They killed themselves.
“Xeno, my Capo Bastone.”
“Boss.” He saluted behind me. He had shifted back. His body clad with the little clothing that survived the transformation.
“Put the flit back on that ship and light them up for me.”
“As you wish.” He bowed, then he called out to Adrian, the Caporegime and his men. They joined him in clean up duty.
I returned to the seat I had been given a while back. Surprisingly, it was not affected by all of this. My Consigliere made his way to me, placing himself by my side to watch all the drugs I had bought, burn.
“I have a very good idea who did this?” he said. “The president of our beautiful c
