Jaxon
I was on my way to meet with the Vitullo Family, thinking about how supremely f****d up this situation had somehow gotten. The Frankie brothers were really pissing me off with their bullshit.
Bringing that baby, f*****g Cynthia's baby, that would one day supposedly run their empire–that crap reminded me of something I saw on the History Channel, where kings and queens decided who was in charge by who was born next. They wound up with a lot of f****d up rulers that way; everybody knew that… well, everybody except for the Frankie brothers, apparently, the f*****g stupid sons of bitches.
As I pulled into the driveway of the Vitullo estate, I thought about the kid. I felt bad for her, with Cynthia's genes and those idiots raising her. She was f****d already and didn't even know it
