10
Savio
The day was getting away from me, and my left eye was twitching while I watched Maurizio arrogantly light his cigarette and stare at me. I’d been gone all day from one meeting after another with Vincenzo to scope out new ventures we could bring into the fold of the Calabresi. To get a text from Sante that Maurizio wanted a sit down to discuss Nevio was the last thing I needed. He blew smoke out of his nose, and I didn’t flinch from lack of intimation.
“You understand why this is concerning, don’t you, Savio?”
I clasped my hands in my lap, scanned the round table. We were in the basement of the bar near our building.
“Explain it to me again?”
“You want to vote Greco out and pay me off for killing my man,” Maurizio repeated.
“What Greco and I have has nothing to do with this
