Blood & omertà

lyn,

ack with filth from a city that never stopped moving. By night, the wor

ust another dockworker. Tonight, he

n, a rundown tavern with a reputation for trouble. The front doors were locked-l

laughter of men with too much whiskey in their v

aiting, a smirk on his face as he nursed a

chair and sat. "Didn't

nodded toward the back of the bar. "

reet thugs, and men in sharp suits who carried themselves like kings

ed his cards right,

rates. The air was cooler here, tinged with the faint scent of whiskey. At the en

r across his cheek, gave Vincenzo a

tle of Scotch resting beside an ashtray filled with cigar butts. Behind the

, taking a slow drag from hi

ooth but carrying an edge. "This the d

without flinching. "

chair, studying Vincenzo like a man appraising a ho

ncenzo a

n't mean shit if you can't pull your weight." He gestured to one of

brute named Carlo, grunted and

the crates inside. Carlo climbed into the driver's seat, Sal sliding in be

here?" Sal asked,

isk

uttered. "Canadian. Good shit.

f what he was doing settle in. This wasn't just unloadin

t didn't f

first real choi

Firs

d warehouse near the river. The city blurred past in streaks of gas

t his mind raced. What if the cops were watc

g his expression. "First

use. A group of men stood waiting outside, the

lled the

listen close. We unload the crates, th

el something in the air-a tensio

he truck. One of the waiting men, a tall guy

icci's

d. "You got

n man said. "You

e of the truck. "Why don

st crate was opene

ack of pistols. Vincenzo dove behind the truck as bullets r

d, returning fire with

o down behind the truck's wh

First job, first night in the busine

Ricci's men hit the ground

ed, shoving a revolve

outside of his time hunting back in Sicily.

ined up the sights.

at staggered back,

one close-too close. The a

roared. "Get

g it into gear. The tires screeched against the pavement

ind them, but the weight i

spilled blood, and nearly died

ess laugh. "Not bad f

ay. He stared at the revolver i

s who I

sn't

ent of gunpowder still thick in the

s no tur