Junior
Junior“You call Nico?” Paolo stands beside me as we watch Desiree work on Gio.
It’s 3:00 a.m., and she’s already disinfected, stitched and packed both wounds.
“No,” I bristle. You’d think f*****g Nico ran this family now the way everyone looks to him. Yeah, he’s the one who made the Tacones hundreds of millions. He made us legit, took us away from illegal activities just by bringing the old gambling business to a state where everything’s legal.
He also had nothing to lose. He’s the fourth son of Santo Tacone. He slipped away with no big expectations on his head. Very little blood on his hands. He didn’t have the pressure to emulate my father’s vicious ways and keep order in Chicago. Didn’t have to hold La Famiglia and the old neighborhoods together after our father went to priso
