"What's happened, Rocco?" I asked with a fever as I hurried into my SUV. "Niles DeMarco's dead, Tony Rizzio's been shot, Mario Pugliese's dead, and Ollie DiNiro has been shot, Sir," Rocco answered as he continued to wipe the blood and sweat from his face. "Who was it?" I demanded, as I looked back at my cousin. "Who the hell hit me? Who had the gall enough to hit the most potent family without a blessing?" "We aren't sure," Rocco began as he ached in pain turning to his right side. "Oh, I feel it now, I... I think they have shot me." He looked down to see a hole in his suit jacket, he lifted his shirt to reveal a bullet hole spurting blood on the leather seats. "Aren't sure? What do you mean?" I asked as I placed my handkerchief on his side. "There were two cars, mixed of three families, The Ricci's, The Fontana's, and Messina's," Rocco replied as he started to wail in agony. "Enzo Fontana, Bosco Messina, and that damn Giovanni Ricci," I hopped out of the vehicle and hurried u

"Epps, do you think it's a good idea to get back to you know.. doing all the things you do so early?" Ramona asked as she tried to push me back onto the bed. "What?" I inquired as I sat back up. "Who else is going to feed the homeless, take care of the animals, read to the homeless?" "Oh, please," Ramona scoffed as she plopped on the side of me. "What do you honestly think, Claudia, does this all out of the goodness of her heart?" I raised my eyebrow. "The only place I haven't seen her at is the homeless shelter. They don't pay there," I rolled my eyes as I watched a smile creep up my best friend's face. "True, but I think you should stay in bed a little longer," Ramona whined as she rested her head on my shoulder. "You did just have a horrific head injury, so rest up. I'll go get you some soup." "Ramona, it's been two days since I've been out of the hospital. I'll be fine, it's Monday. It's time to go to the soup kitchen." I throw the blankets off of myself and hop out of bed