blunders you’ve made, it’s time for new blood to run the business. You have fucked up one too many times. First allowing Alessandra to get kidnapped and then taken a second time, but those are both personal. Those aren’t the biggest fuck-ups, if that’s possible. You came perilously close to bringing the business out of the shadows where we operate the best and into the sights of the Federal Agencies that would love to put every fucking one of us in a cage.”
“And you can keep from doing that?” Giovanni asked curiously.
“I can and I fucking will. I’m the one who dealt with the agent sent here a couple months ago. I will deal with anyone that dares to try to disturb my life, my family, and my interests.”
“And what will you tell Alessandra? She knows now what I am thanks to the Russian fuck that took her.”
“The truth. Since she now knows, I will tell her.”
“And you think someone like my daughter will accept a killer in her bed? How many is it now?”
“That’s not important because when I share my bed with her it will be the two of us, not the ghosts of those I’ve killed.”
“So you think. They will always be around your neck. They will always be waiting in the shadows.”
“And you are being overly dramatic.” Greg growled. “Answer the fucking question.”
“I’ve been grooming you to take over for me since you killed Romano for peeping on Alessandra when she was sixteen.” Well that shocked the shit out of Greg. He hadn’t thought the old man knew that. “I will step aside, but know this…” Giovanni stood. “If she even gets so much as a hangnail I will ensure you are the next lesson to be taught to others. I was the butcher before you, boy. Never forget who taught you.”
“I learned a great deal from you, but I’ve also learned from others. You might have been the first Butcher, but I’m the one they will all remember. I will never stop leading my men by stepping out first. I won’t sit and hide behind a desk while my men do my dirty work.”
“You will. One day,” Giovanni said.
“I doubt that. I fucking love the killing far too much.”
Giovanni bowed his head. “My last act as Boss” —He stood and walked to his bookcase— “will be to give my daughter away at her wedding. The wedding will bring in all of the families that report to us. They will all come to honor not only me, but to meet you, their new Boss as well. Just be warned you might have to fight for your place. Are you ready for that?”
“I am. I will kill anyone that dares try to ruin her day. How long?” he asked.
“Thirty days. I will have the wedding set up, and we will ensure the passing of the torch is done in a way that none will ever question your rule.”
“If they do I will kill them.”
“It’s more than that,” Gio said and turned to Gregorio.
“No, it's not. I will destroy them, their families, everyone that stands in the way of me running this Family and having Alessandra as mine.”
“It’s about respect.”
“And that’s something I have. Unlike you I have continued to speak with those in other parts of the world. I’ve ensured they understand they are a part of this organization, of this Family.”
“You think that I’m weak because I haven’t?”
“Yes. I know you are. When I brought in the Clubs you fought that with tooth and nail.”
“Because they are vagabonds with daddy issues.”
Gregorio snorted. “And that’s where you are wrong. They might not live in a palatial mansion like this one, but they are far from vagabonds. They have homes. They have home bases and clubs. They aren’t what you think, but you never let go of your prejudice to see it.”
“This could be true,” Giovanni said simply. “Have you asked Alessandra if she will be yours?”
Greg hadn’t expected that turn of the subject. “Not yet, but I told her in two days I was coming back and claiming her.”
“And how did she react to that?” Giovanni asked with a