Chapter 63 — The Attack

Scott

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"You're sponsoring the kid?" Niko asked.

I lit up the cigar, inhaled, blew out the smoke, and nodded, "He's a good kid, Italian, orphan, has no friends that he cares about or anyone that cares about him. He is a loner. I found him on the street while he was beating the shit out of Valachi."

"Jimmy Valachi?"

"Yeah, that fat pig was getting owned by a fifteen-year-old boy... So, instead of helping out the pig, I grabbed the kid and asked him who he was. We took him down to the warehouse to know why he attacked our men, Alessandro grilled him hard for hours but he didn't break. As it turns out, our esteemed soldiers, Jimmy and his pack of lazy, good-for-nothing thugs tried to rob the poor kid of a measly box of cigarettes. How pathetic can you get?" I scoffed.

Niko let out a laugh, resting one leg over the other, "Jimmy got what he deserved."

"I gotta say, that kid impressed me. He's got some serious balls, taking on three guys and still coming out on top. That's the