Chapter Twenty-Three – Marco
Within a nanosecond, I had my gun pointing directly into that bastard Russo’s head. My ‘waiters’ also have their guns pointing at both him and his i***t son, but to my surprise, I see the rock twin with a gun also pointing at mini-Russo as well. I would spare a moment to be impressed, but my blood is boiling with rage, at what has just transpired.
How f*****g dare these men come into my home and disrespect MY daughter in this way. They clearly have little or no intelligence, coming into my home, where my wife has helped cook them a meal, then showing her disrespect by their preaching about their ancient attitude towards women and their role in the Mafioso. She may not get involved with the killing side of what we do, but she is my equal in everything and rul
