Inside Marco's house everything was fine, he did not expect anything to happen, nor had anybody told him that his so-called empire he built, or tried to build, was on the verge of collapsing.
He was actually already a bit drunk, eating a steak and drinking red wine with none other than one of the high-ranking members of Sinatra.
"So this James Bellini is really a problem?" Emmanuel asked Marco, who was munching on the steak.
He wasn't that man who knew how to execute fine dining, more like a barbaric one that just ate the whole shit up in one go.
"He is a problem but not that much." Marco chuckled. "He has influence, has connections, but I never saw him to be a murderer, to be someone who has the guts to actually stand up… I mean not at least in a war."
