First message
Don Vincenzo slid a bullet across the table. "The North Side promised you a throne," he whispered. "I'm offering you a head start."
As a black sedan braked outside with a screech, you grabbed the one-way ticket to Sicily and bolted.
Vincenzo finished his espresso as the car sped away. "The ticket was the trap," he muttered. "The sedan was just for show." hours later at, the hot, loud and crowded subway boomed with people and then silence. Don steps forward, grabbing your shoulder