“the Italian mafia?!” I exclaim as I stand in my father’s New York office where he has just dropped the mother of all bombs on me. This was meant to be a get away from collage for a few days to relax. Not this?!

“The Italian mafia have good resorces and we’ve been at war with them for too long. An alliance will benefit all parties” my father says in a tone that leaves no room for disagreement.

I mentally groan. The Doran family are not a family I want to be allies with when I take over the mafia…

“But dad-“ I begin to protest but my father’s harsh tone cuts through the room like a knife.

“No! I don’t want to hear it, son. This alliance is happening and I will not hear another word of protest come from you, understand? Now sit down She’ll be hear any minute now”