"For heaven's sake, John, I've reiterated countless times that Lucielle isn't tangled up in her family's nonsense. Leave her out of this." Floyd was fuming, his fist slamming into a nearby pillar, causing his knuckles to crack open and bleed. Shaking off the pain, droplets of blood flew from his hand, staining the concrete floor. This brazen display was enough to incite John, who couldn't tolerate such blatant disrespect from his right-hand man.
They had convened at the warehouse for a meeting, attended only by the heads of families in Boston whom John trusted. Anyone who was in good terms with his father was deliberately left uninformed to prevent them from uncovering his plans and reporting back to his father. To have Floyd, of all people, behaving childishly in front of his men was eno
