Chapter Eight

He needed an insider, someone who knew the Mafia but would work with him, his orders were simple, take Paolo out as cleanly as they could but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the years passed. He was a patient man but even he began to lose hope that finding someone to end this tyrant’s reign was becoming an impossible dream.

Paolo was no fool he knew he was a target so he found guys that were lookalikes, he had the classic Italian look, tall, slim with black hair and almost black eyes, and sent them out in his place. They all perished at the hands of his enemies and the Police, he was slippery and evasive and they could not catch him no matter what they tried. The President searched for a solution, even those in Paolo’s pay were growing increasingly tired of his endless violence, everyone lived in fear of everyone else, no one was safe, lives were worthless and ended for little more than a few dollars by overactive teenagers high on drugs. Something had to change as Paolo gre