Amelia
It had been a couple of days since the war against Miami in Yanex’s estate. We stayed in my father’s safe house here in New York. One thing I learned was that after a fight, the cleanup was so much more tedious. If the men that died on our grounds were not ours, we got rid of them, as cruel as it may be, but that’s the way the rules were. If it was one of ours, we ensured they were sent to their families and covered all funeral expenses.
The amount of blood on the ground that night still haunted me, and the number of dead bodies was ever more nerve-racking. We counted one hundred men, the total number of men that Miami sent, and the capo didn’t even have the bālls to come and fight his battle. We only lost ten men, but that was still a lot on my plate. I wished we didn’t have to
