“I can think of no other person, with every right to lead this family, than Sergio Carianno,” Ricardo said.Sergio couldn’t conceal the smile that formed on his lips, “Consigliere, you flatter me...”“Yes,” Moretti chirped in, “You were Don’s nephew, he had no son to succeed him, you’re next in line.”Scar beamed with smiles as they all came to an agreement, he was glowering with pride when he walked up to the chair at the head of the table and sat on it, “To honor Don Carianno’s memory, I’ll bring Ghost’s head before you on this table, I will desecrate his body on the streets of Sicily and even in death I will not show him mercy, I will not show him the mercy he showed Don Carianno...” He outstretched his hand.One of his men walked up to him and handed him a dagger.He took it and cut his hand with it, staring unflinchingly ahead. “I make this promise with my blood, and on my honor as a Carianno, Ghost will pay horribly.”Moretti nodded in agreement. “Every task on hand is suspende

Ghost glanced at his phone, a look of worry on his face, he was yet to get any updates from Don Carianno. His texts were unanswered, and his calls were unreturned. It was complete radio silence from the family and it left a bad feeling in his chest. He couldn’t even discuss his fears with Pedro and Romano, aside from the fact that they were Sergio’s men, they were acting off, he couldn’t quite pinpoint it but it had him on edge.He was too engrossed in his phone, he almost didn’t see the man coming at him, he swerved the car sharply, narrowly missing him. The car skidded to a halt, he jumped out of the car and slammed the doors shut. His eyes blazing murderously, when he saw him standing there, he let out an unamused chuckle, “If you had a death wish, you could have said so earlier. I would have been more than happy to indulge you!” he yelled with his hands spread open.“I’m here to talk, Jason!” Ryder yelled back, “I just want to talk, that’s all” he pleaded.Ghost shook his head in

Ryder climbed up the remaining stairs leading to the tower, he saw him standing with his back to him, looking over the window, “As soon as I heard you were awake, I rushed down here.”Ghost didn’t respond.Ryder walked up to him and stood beside him, they were overlooking a large grassy plain that led to the woods. They stood in silence for a while before Ryder broke it, “Does this place awaken any memories?”Ghost glanced in his direction, of course, it did. When he had first woken up with a banging headache and a blurry memory of what happened the last few hours. He had felt a strong pull toward the place. Of course, then he didn’t know where it was until he arrived here, “Am I supposed to remember this place?” He asked instead. He smiled, it was a small smile of triumph. He desperately needed Ghost to remember and up until now, he was yet to admit that he remembered anything. This was a small step in the right direction, “We used to come here together as kids, you and I...”Ghost