CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

“Only a fool would say he doesn't know the reason for this meeting, and while I'd like to believe that we're all smart, sensible men, I am well aware that fools are everywhere, so I will reiterate this discourse's purpose to us all..”

Aleksandr's first words were very brutal, direct and fearless and they drew disgruntled murmurs from the Uomini Marrone men, most notably Sensi, who would've loved nothing more than to be allowed to punch the guts out of this Serbian motherfucker.

The men were seated in a VIP section of the club, around a small, round table, with men from each crew sitting directly opposite each other, leaving a noticeable gulf in between them,a clear sign that they were not on the same side.

Sensi quickly observed this and summed up that,since Gio was on his far left, if a fight was to break out, he would have adequate support.

But this was a meeting for peace, so he kept his opinions to himself and allowed the meeting to flow with Aleksandr, resuming his speech:

“I, a