The drive to Calabria was mostly silent.
Not that it was much of a shock going by what we had all witnessed.
I hadn't spoken since we left the warehouse.
My mind was a battlefield, replaying the image of that note stapled to my soldier’s chest.
RETURN THE GIRL YOU STOLE
I kept thinking of who on the surface of the earth had enough gall to come for me.
Then it finally clicked.
Roman.
I remember him. I thought I had stripped him of everything.
I had battled him for a seat among the 7 ruling mafia families and I had won.
This meant that I had to strip him of his power, dignity, his crew, his very right to walk Italian soil.
He was a dangerous man and I knew that one day he might come for his revenge but back then I let me kindness foolishly guide me.
I was an i***t.
I let him
