CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

“However, boss, we were able to kill Stunna, a major regional capo in the organization..”

Aleksandr, who was seated on his luxurious sofa, stared daggers into his henchman who had been the spokesman at the hospital, and then asked:

“, And now I'm supposed to sing and dance and throw a party because you killed a regional capo? What about Giovanni? What about Sensi? What about my fuckin property, Coochie? Vlahovic is dead, a few of my best men are dead, Giovanni was within shooting range and yet, you missed him... And I'm supposed to be pacified about all these because you managed to kill a regional capo? Fuck you, Nikola!”

At this point, Aleksandr stood up and began pacing the room, thinking long as hard about what to do because as it stood, he'd fired the first shots in this war and had missed all but one, and ironically, the one he hit was the one that mattered the least to him.

“What's the latest update on the Company, now? I need to know where they are and what it is they're doing.