Leon was processing a lot. No amount of training with his father could’ve prepared him for a situation like this. His youngest brother, married to the enemy, on his way to becoming a father. Leon loved Luca, but his youngest sibling was unprepared – still wildly immature. Leon didn’t think Luca had been ready to be a husband, and he sure as hell didn’t think Luca was ready for a child.
But despite all of the complications that came with that situation, what angered Leon the most was the fact that a Sinclair had laid hands on his family. They’d beaten Luca.
Leon was having a difficult time controlling his anger. He’d learned to be levelheaded over the years, learned to favor strategy over impulse in situations like this. But whenever it involved his family – Leon wanted blood.
He walked into the Blue Door, fists clenched as he spotted Jack at the bar. Leon made his way over to the space beside the Sinclair patriarch. The bartender eyed both men cautiously.
“Your father put his hands on my brother.”
The word father was spat out as if it were an insult. Johnny Sinclair was a pathetic excuse for a man – an awful leader, a horrible parent.
Leon didn’t need years of experience to know what happened next. It was in his blood.
“Someone’s gotta pay.”
Jack clenched his jaw as Leon Costello approached and sat down next to him. He was quick to get to the point which Jackson could appreciate.
“Your father put his hands on my brother. Someone’s gotta pay.”
Jackson wasn’t about to hand over Johnny on a silver platter; his father may have sealed his fate but making Leon’s life easy wasn’t one of Jack’s priorities. “I think we both can agree that this is personal, not business,” Jack said, taking a sip of his drink. “And you’re right. Someone’s gonna pay.”
He paused, contemplating his words carefully. “After what happened, I’d gladly leave your brother alone with my father and tire iron and I’d let Paityn watch. You, however, don’t get to play executioner in this scenario.”
