CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

Even if the whole world was imploding unto/into itself, there were three things that had always/would always remain guaranteed: death, taxes, and Sensi Colpani doing whatever the hell he wanted.

Later that same afternoon, despite being fully aware that he was wanted in the streets, despite having only gotten out of a confrontation a couple of days ago in which he was scraped bald and almost killed, Sensi was craving the fried chicken, macaroni and cheese that were served at a mid rated restaurant in the city, which was coincidentally situated in the heart of their territory, where he, Gio and everyone from their family were being sought for, and he was determined to do what he wanted, damning the consequences.

"These motherfuckers won't make me cower and hide away, not now, not ever.."

These were the words he muttered to himself as he rode his Ford Taurus towards the restaurant.

He had strapped himself up by tucking in four Glocks into his pants, and had concealed them by wearing a c