I left early.
Typically I would have checked on Mira but I had a lot to do today.
The enemy was too many heads on one body, and I wasn't foolish enough to believe I could cut them all down at once. Nope.
Charging head-on would've been suicide, and suicide wasn't in my nature.
Divide and isolate. That was how you killed an empire. Not with bullets first, but with suspicion.
I sat in my new LA office, the blinds were half drawn and the shadows cutting the room into stripes. The cigar burning low between my fingers wasn't for pleasure. I was smoking for the first time in a long while and it was for pacing my thoughts, for keeping my temper still while I replayed each name in my head.
Enzo.
Ricardo.
Giulietta
Massimo.
Each one was a cancer feeding on my family's legacy. Each one requiring a different blade.
