We all want the same thing-to be the only people who run these streets and keep them clean. “The way I see it, nothing has to change where your club and our organization is concerned. No, this circus was all me, these monkeys were mine. That son of a bitch turned his back on me a long time ago. “You want me to pop a cap in this fools ass?” Wolf leans across Pipe, snaps his fingers at me to get my attention, and with his face set in stone he finally speaks. This fucking guy was Victor’s clone-just a younger version of the dapper don himself. I don’t think I need to remind you people of the massacre you left behind on my pier after I gave you the tip on Sun Wu’s shipment.” He raises an eyebrow as he unbuttons his fancy suit jacket and slides one hand into his pocket. “Vic did what he had to do,” Rocco argues. “So, Vic pulled the wool over your eyes?” Blackie questions. “That shit is as much of a new development to me as it is to you.” I didn’t know shit about him taking Victor’s place,” he sneers, glaring at Rocco. “And why am I finding this shit out now? Start fucking explaining, Bianci.” “What the fuck kind of bullshit is this?” I roar, rising from my chair. I will handle all prior and future endeavors that carry my uncle’s name.”

“From this point forward I am the boss of the Pastore organization. “Apparently,” Rocco mutters, standing tall as his gaze falls onto me. His voice thick with agitation and suspicion. “What’s the matter, Bianci? Cat got your tongue?” Blackie queries from beside me.

“Start talking,” I order.īianci shakes his head, blowing out a ragged breath as he runs his fingers through his hair roughly before turning back to Rocco. “Enough!” I shout, slamming my hand against the table, fixing Bianci with a hard stare. “I’m not above it, man,” Pipe says matter-of-factly. “Your mother called me one last night when I bent her over,” Pipe retorts. “Don’t recall the last time anyone called any of us a gentleman.” “Parrish,” Rocco greets before diverting his eyes to my brothers. Bianci turns around as a suit comes through the door, not just any suit but Rocco Spinelli, the newest gangster wannabe to hit the streets.įor fuck’s sake, these mob folk are fucked, as Riggs would say.Īnd they always fucking wind up on my doorstep.

Twisted by Janine Pipe