Al had a disagreement with his father, this was nothing new. Nothing at all. It happened often. But he had gotten physical this time around. Al held his father's wrist.

Carmine, was furious, his son spoke for the family. Like an idiot. His hand tight around his throat. "You don't ever speak for this family." He said lowly. He noticed his guard stiffening and looking at someone who entered. Carmine turned to look.