“DeMarco’s were once loyal to us too, until they weren’t,” I remind them. What happened to that family should be enough warning. What is happening and still will happen to Lucia DeMarco, most precious daughter, should be enough. My father’s right about fear. But there’s more to it. Ruthlessness. It’s what truly gets you respect in this business.

He is ruthless.

And I am my father’s son.

“You have a sister, don’t you?” I ask. “Anna, right? How old is she now?”

Lance just stares back at me, his eyes wide with fear.

I may not agree with how my father is handling the DeMarco girl, but I understand it. “Lucia DeMarco’s age, am I right?”

“She’s only sixteen, sir,” Lance says, his voice a little quieter.

“Yeah, Lucia DeMarco’s age when they lost the war they started with us.” I don’t need to say more.

“Sergio—” Lance starts. “Mr. Benedetti—”

I raise my hand to halt him. “Let’s just be clear. I’m going to give you a warning. One chance, because I know your father. He’s been a friend to my family. But if you overstep again, the consequences will be more…permanent.”

Lance swallows.

“Benedetti’s do not deal in flesh trade. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Lance says quickly.

I look at Joe. If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now.

I grab a handful of Joe’s hair and tug his head backward. “Is that fucking clear?”

One of my men cocks a gun and Lance whimpers like a fucking girl.

“You the tough one?” I ask Joe. “Sucks to always be in big brother’s shadow, doesn’t it?” He exhales, shifts his gaze away from mine, but not to his brother. I’m right. Like Dominic, my youngest brother, he knows he’ll never be boss and it fucking kills him. “Am I fucking clear, Joe? Or do I need to make an example?” I squeeze the handful of over-gelled hair and if I twist just once in the wrong direction, I’ll snap his neck. Quick and clean. No blood on my suit. And he knows it.

“Clear,” he says.

I release him, wipe my hand on my pants and decide I’m not done yet. “Now, show me your loyalty. Your gratitude for my family’s generosity in this unfortunate event.” I step backward, giving him space. He knows what I want and it’s going to kill him to do it.

But he’s going to do it.

I wait. I’m patient.

“Joe. Just fucking do it,” Lance orders his brother when a full minute passes and Joe hasn’t moved.

Joe’s face is a fiery red and his eyes are filled with rage. But soon, the leg of the chair scrapes across the concrete floor as he drops to his knees at my feet.