Michael Giovanni sat in the cafe. His finger taps against the knife he has concealed in his jacket. His mind races back through his memories, remembering the Esposito-Allesandro war in Sicily. His thoughts instantly raced back to his attempt on Godfather Esposito's life. That failed attempt forced him to fly to America and to not hire himself out to Godfather Allesandro.

"Sir, you ordered a cappuccino, right?" asked the waitress, making his mind snap back to the present.

The woman held a white coffee cup in a saucer. She put it on the table before him, and he took a minute to notice her uniform. That was the first time he thanked God for the immigration.

"Thanks," he said.

The waitress nodded and walked away. He smirked to himself as she walked, but the sound of movement stole his attention. A man sat across from him.

"Giovanni. You have some nerve, coming to Detroit." It was a statement, delivered with a scowl.

"Andretti, you came to America," said Michael.

"You know I never give up on a hit willingly. Godfather Esposito has decided that America is his land. He wants everyone killed that could stop him. That means you."

TO BE CONTINUED.