DOMINIC
"He is useless now," I heard my father muttering as he stood over the dead body on the floor; the thick crimson blood slowly crawled towards his Amadeo Testoni loafers.
It was the third dead man in twenty-hours, and my sister was still in the wind. And so was Lorenzo—the man I had trusted once. At one time, in a drunken conversation, I convinced Viktor that maybe Lorenzo wasn't a wrong choice for Sammy, but even under the intoxicated haze, Viktor wanted to kill him.
I only wish he would have done that.
Lorenzo grew up closer to our family and, it was his dedication and loyalty that qualified him to be one of our closest men. But it wasn't good enough for him, I guess, and with Sammy's involvement, he started to dream big.
The poisonous ambition slowly morphed into gree
