While the Commission had officially recognized my rule, the embers of Lorenzo’s past left small fires that still needed extinguishing.

Three days after the St. Regis assembly, Matteo and I drove out to a secluded beachfront estate on the North Shore of Long Isl

The discovery of my father’s true cause of death burned away any remaining lingering trace of mercy within my heart. Lorenzo Greco was already six feet under the muddy earth of the Salvatore cemetery, but his legacy of betrayal still lingered in the corrupt officials

Two months had passed since the downfall of Marcus Vance and Doctor Keller. New York had settled into a rare, quiet rhythm under Salvatore rule. The docks operated with machine-like efficiency, the unions were peaceful, and the Commission worked in total harmony.