You wake up one day all ready for yet another morning of enjoying the perks of building a career in the mob. So you grab yourself the usual black coffee with no sugar, go for a seat by the pool and then you just lay in there waiting for the blowjob of a lifetime so you can brag all day long about how magnificent your life is. Instead, someone shoots you in the back of your head and your blood ends up spattered all over the garden.

 It’s a dramatic life, I tell ya.

      Past 48h changed the course of our business, hundreds died and entire multimillionaire schemes were put to the ground, ending up with the end of an era the moment Don Patangeli was shot dead. Where before the world used to go round an orderly place, ensured by a solid commission, now the whole thing imploded and you were left with nada, aside of uncertainty.

That’s the thing when you’re making business with murderers, the least fraction of doubt keeps consuming your mind until you’re left with no other choice other than to replace words with bullets – the natural course of things in this line of work.

“They say that @Mikhail is going to run the whole fucking show now”

The rumor was being spread all over the streets ever since he pulled the trigger against the former boss of all bosses.

And now that the page was turned we were all expecting about the future.
 

“Is that so?” I ask interrupting the conversation at the same time that I order another drink.