Diego aka Arrow's POV
“Those low scum of the earth McTavish's need to be taught a lesson!" Demarco said. He was my uncle's caporegime, a lieutenant in his own right, but with none of the respect. Demarco was a snake, who thrived off of cheap compliments, and no work but all of the glory.
“How would you suggest we teach the McTavish's a lesson, assuming it was even the McTavish's responsible for the weapons going missing?" Anthony, another one of my uncle's men, asked from the other end of the table.
Aldo Russo was a sucker for power, drunk even off of even the presentation of power. He insisted on corralling his allies inside this conference room, that had once been our family's dining hall. He had twisted and converted a space that had once been so full of our version of warmth and m
