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alive.”
“Fuck man! You guys really suck! What about you, Danny? What were you doing? How come you weren’t there protecting my father?”
“I’m not your father’s bodyguard, Enzo. I’m the Consigliere .” Danny seemed calm but Enzo felt that he’d slightly hurt his ego. Danny was the second most important man in the Famiglia after Giovani, and Enzo wasn’t supposed to compare him with a mere security man.
“Whatever, Danny. How did you let that happen?”
“Don’t start blaming me, kid. Nobody’s happy about that situation! Do you really want to be a pain in the ass? You think it’s the right time to do that?” This time, Danny had raised his voice and Enzo could feel the tension building up.
However, Danny was right - there was no point in fighting and looking for someone to blame. At least, not for now. Enzo knew that Danny was a wise man, and he calmed down.
“Okay, so what do you have? Any lead or anything to start investigating?” Enzo asked.
Danny shook his head and sighed. “Nothing for now. We’ve deployed 50% of our men in the streets to look for information. 25% are dealing drugs as usual to ensure we don’t lose money and 25% are at home protecting your mama. We don’t know what we’re dealing with, we never know…”
Enzo nodded. He was completely lost. He was trying to look calm and tough, but deep inside he was struggling between sadness, anger and fear. The last thing he wanted to do was to get involved in a war with other families.
“What about the police? Should we call the police?” He asked without thinking.
Danny raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Are you friggin’ kidding me? Cops are the last people on earth you want to call in this kind of situation. Your father was a wanted man. We can’t ask for help outside, we need to find a solution by ourselves.”
Fuck, that’s right. Damn, this is so fucked up!
Enzo realized he had no idea what he was saying. He’d just made a mistake by speaking his mind without being careful. He tried one more time.
“Okay, then offer money. Offer something like a reward. People will talk! Promise them money in exchange for information!”
Danny shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, son. It won’t work. You can’t buy everything, okay? Maybe that’s how it works in Wall Street but in Real Streets people actually care about their lives. Omerta , you remember? I know you like to pay to get what you want, but it doesn’t work like that in OUR world. No amount of money can make them talk if they know they’re not supposed to talk. Get it? So now, stop trying to come up with a solution.”
Enzo couldn’t believe his ears. “What? Wait a minute. I’m trying to help, okay? You called me for help and now, you’re telling me to stop trying to find a solution?”
Danny wasn’t intimidated. “I never said I needed your help.”
Enzo threw his hands in the air. “What the fuck? Are you serious? What do you want then, smart ass?”
Danny remained perfectly calm. “I told you we need to talk. That’s it.”
Enzo looked at him, his hands on his hips. “Okay. Okay, go ahead then, talk! Let’s talk if that’s what you want to do. My dad was murdered, and you just want to talk! I think you should get your ass out there and get busy looking for what happened instead of wasting my time!”
Danny suddenly grabbed him by the shirt and brought him close to him. Enzo felt his blood boiling in his veins and he immediately tightened his body.
Danny was a tall and strong man, also called “The Trouble.” Typically, he was the kind of man nobody wanted to meet in a dark alley at night.
He was known to knock out his opponents within seconds in street fights and Enzo’s mind started to race in many directions – was he going to flatten his nose with a head-butt? Or break his jaw with a hook? Or kick him in the
“Fuck man! You guys really suck! What about you, Danny? What were you doing? How come you weren’t there protecting my father?”
“I’m not your father’s bodyguard, Enzo. I’m the Consigliere .” Danny seemed calm but Enzo felt that he’d slightly hurt his ego. Danny was the second most important man in the Famiglia after Giovani, and Enzo wasn’t supposed to compare him with a mere security man.
“Whatever, Danny. How did you let that happen?”
“Don’t start blaming me, kid. Nobody’s happy about that situation! Do you really want to be a pain in the ass? You think it’s the right time to do that?” This time, Danny had raised his voice and Enzo could feel the tension building up.
However, Danny was right - there was no point in fighting and looking for someone to blame. At least, not for now. Enzo knew that Danny was a wise man, and he calmed down.
“Okay, so what do you have? Any lead or anything to start investigating?” Enzo asked.
Danny shook his head and sighed. “Nothing for now. We’ve deployed 50% of our men in the streets to look for information. 25% are dealing drugs as usual to ensure we don’t lose money and 25% are at home protecting your mama. We don’t know what we’re dealing with, we never know…”
Enzo nodded. He was completely lost. He was trying to look calm and tough, but deep inside he was struggling between sadness, anger and fear. The last thing he wanted to do was to get involved in a war with other families.
“What about the police? Should we call the police?” He asked without thinking.
Danny raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Are you friggin’ kidding me? Cops are the last people on earth you want to call in this kind of situation. Your father was a wanted man. We can’t ask for help outside, we need to find a solution by ourselves.”
Fuck, that’s right. Damn, this is so fucked up!
Enzo realized he had no idea what he was saying. He’d just made a mistake by speaking his mind without being careful. He tried one more time.
“Okay, then offer money. Offer something like a reward. People will talk! Promise them money in exchange for information!”
Danny shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, son. It won’t work. You can’t buy everything, okay? Maybe that’s how it works in Wall Street but in Real Streets people actually care about their lives. Omerta , you remember? I know you like to pay to get what you want, but it doesn’t work like that in OUR world. No amount of money can make them talk if they know they’re not supposed to talk. Get it? So now, stop trying to come up with a solution.”
Enzo couldn’t believe his ears. “What? Wait a minute. I’m trying to help, okay? You called me for help and now, you’re telling me to stop trying to find a solution?”
Danny wasn’t intimidated. “I never said I needed your help.”
Enzo threw his hands in the air. “What the fuck? Are you serious? What do you want then, smart ass?”
Danny remained perfectly calm. “I told you we need to talk. That’s it.”
Enzo looked at him, his hands on his hips. “Okay. Okay, go ahead then, talk! Let’s talk if that’s what you want to do. My dad was murdered, and you just want to talk! I think you should get your ass out there and get busy looking for what happened instead of wasting my time!”
Danny suddenly grabbed him by the shirt and brought him close to him. Enzo felt his blood boiling in his veins and he immediately tightened his body.
Danny was a tall and strong man, also called “The Trouble.” Typically, he was the kind of man nobody wanted to meet in a dark alley at night.
He was known to knock out his opponents within seconds in street fights and Enzo’s mind started to race in many directions – was he going to flatten his nose with a head-butt? Or break his jaw with a hook? Or kick him in the
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