He looked at the blood on his own hand, his face turning a sickly shade of green.

“Get out,” Silvio barked at him without looking away from Leo.

The guard didn’t hesitate; he turned and fled down the dimly lit hallway.

The heavy oak door swung shut behind him with a dull thud.

The latch clicked into place, locking us inside with the monster.

Leo didn’t seem to care that his guard had run.

He was focused entirely on Silvio and the three captains.

“You think you can just replace me?” Leo asked, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear.

“I’ve spent years building the connections you old men ignored.”

“I brought in the shipping lanes from the harbor.”

“I paid off the precinct captains in South Boston.”

“You did it for yourself, Leo,” Silvio said.

“You did it to buy your way to the top.”

“But the commission doesn’t care about your bribes.”

“They care about loyalty.”

“And they care about the name.”

Silvio turned his head slightly toward me, keeping his weapon trained on Leo’s chest.

“She has the name,” Silvio said.