Brix leaned against the table off to the side of the abandoned warehouse and c****d his head as he watched his father deliver a brutal beating on Juan Rueda’s second in command, Miguel Acevedo.
Despite approaching his seventies, Elio Cacciola was physically fit, strong, and based on the state of Acevedo’s face, destructive. Where mob movies often depicted the Don of the family as an older, man sitting behind a desk giving orders, his father was not the type. He led by example.
“Tell me again, what it was you called my wife?” Brix called out from his position knowing it would set his father off if the man repeated it.
Acevedo, to his credit, was demonstrating why he was Rueda’s second in command. He’d taken the beating like a pro and had kept his mouth shut other than to call Jolie a w*
