Chapter Seventy-Eight

♞—Lorenzo

"Abrams?" I voiced.

Joey Abrams and the rest of his men gazed upon me with a sense of trepidation. They were well aware of who I was, and the destruction I was capable of inflicting. I could see the terror in their eyes, and how each of their complexions paled.

"Vitelli..." he nodded at me.

"Heard you've been causing trouble in the neighborhood."

He lifted a shoulder, "Just doing my job," saying as he flicked the cigarette onto the floor.

My eyes followed the cigarette butt landing on the ground before I looked back at him, "Pick it up..."

He let out a laugh, he jerked his head to one of his men, "Pick it up, Gavin," he faced me with a smug look, "Is there a reason for this visit, Vitelli?"

I nodded, getting straight to the point, "Black Hand Extortion is something Don Nikolai Costello doesn't want in his territory. You work for La Cosa Nostra not the fucking Camorra."

Joey gave me a nasty look, "Go tell Don Nikolai Costello to go fuck himself," he retorted and laughe