I rode in the driver's seat of a black car, with Rj in the passenger's seat. We were going to pick up my 18-year-old nephew, who wanted to join the Family. He knew a very little, because I had taken him to restaurants with me to meet Rj. He was a respectful young man who wanted a way into this life.

I held the steering wheel nervously in my hands. I knew, in the middle of my heart, that this was going to be hell. My nephew would say something wrong that would piss Rj off. I would have waited, considering the proximity with Johnny's death, but Rj wouldn't have it.

The car pulled up outside the house, and we got out to go to the door. I hesitated a fraction of a second, and knocked on the door.

My sister-in-law, Charlotte, opened the door. She hugged me and we went inside. She noticed Rj after we sat down at the table. He looked at her, and she looked at him.

"How do you do, ma'am?" he asked.

"I am...doing well," she said.

I barely hid a smile. I could tell by the look on her face that she liked him. It was the same way she looked at my brother before he died.

"Charlotte, this is Rj Fuller. Rj, this is my sister-in-law," I said.

Giovanni came walking into the room. He looked more muscular than last I'd seen him.

"Uncle Tony, I am glad that you came," he said. He offered me his hand. I took it and hugged him.

"I couldn't not come. I figured you'd come looking for me, and God only knows what would stop you from finding me. Giovanni, this is my boss, Rj," I said.

"Sir, it is an honor," said Giovanni, offering his hand. Rj shook it, and laughed.

"He sounds like he's some civilian on the street, not the nephew of a family man. You trained him well, Tony." Rj laughed some more.

I didn't hear the sound of the bullet being loaded in the chamber of a rifle. I watched my Rj shift his weight, heard the gunshot, and yelled 'Rj!' as the bullet flew into his shin.

Is Rj going to be okay? A bullet into the shin probably does not feel very good. Hopefully he'll get that taken wound taken care of. 

Oh shit, forgot to write something:

TO BE CONTINUED...