~ Massimo ~
"Massimo is right," my father finally said. His voice seemed to anchor the room.
"He has said everything perfectly. What he just laid out is a perfect template for our next move. We aren't going to run into a wall of police tape just because we're bleeding. We're going to be smart about whatever we do."
He paused, slowly shifting his head to look at Domino. The air in the room seemed to thin.
"Domino," my father said, his tone shifting into something softer, more deliberate. "I understand how you feel. I know how serious you take your business.
"I know how much you value the efforts of your men, and I know exactly how much you hate being insulted. I know what it feels like when someone thinks they can step on your toes without losing a foot."
He leaned forward, the light from the chandelier reflecting in his dark eyes. "I understand you perfectly because I am just as angry, son.
