39."The Price of Family"

Andrew Deluca

As time passed, my anger only grew. I didn't handle threats well. Giovanni Moretti was becoming a thorn in my side, a thorn I wanted to throw away. As I held the glass of whiskey, Lorenzo approached with more bad news, and I despised bad news.

“They're calling,” Lorenzo said, and I quickly took the phone from his hand.

I could hear her breathing. It was Emma.

She spoke in my voice, saying that she liked me. I couldn't be happy, knowing that she was in the hands of one of the dirtiest men I had ever had the displeasure of knowing. I would kill him, and when I did, it would be slow and painful. I didn't understand why this son of a bitch was doing this until my consigliere explained.

“From what I've found, Don, he's nearly bankrupt. Some businesses here in New York didn't work out, and the casino he had in Chicago, which was his main source of income, closed."

Giovanni Moretti was just a punk who thought he could claim the position he always wanted. He wanted everythi