~Victor POV~
It’s been almost a week since the shooting in front of the Diamond's club. Isabella was still not herself. She had not gone to work or even come out of our bedroom. She was jittery all the time and though I understood it was due to the traumatic experience she went through on the night of the shooting, having Max die in her arms, something still did not seem right.
We were able to keep the shooting under wraps and outside my men, Carmen, and the bastard who called in the hit in the first place, no one knew that it had happened. It was not uncommon for mafia wars to go undetected by local law enforcement and with little to no media coverage. Unfortunately, or fortunately for my line of work, gun violence in America was like a national pastime, like baseball and football. It
