brainer1023
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Robert Cicero paced back and forth in the Saverino safe house. His thoughts going to all the bad things that could happen at the meeting. Maybe a don would try to get smart and eliminate the dons all at once. And what if it the treaty worked, and all the gangs joined together? It was bad enough walking the streets, having to look behind your back and keeping guns on you at all times. But having to share an army with not one, but all five gangs! He already had too many enemies.
But something just kept nagging at his mind, even as he slunk down into a chair and closed his eyes, something just didn't seem right.
But something just kept nagging at his mind, even as he slunk down into a chair and closed his eyes, something just didn't seem right.