There were a lot of problems in Leon’s life right now, and he knew that they weren’t going to go away on their own. He had to prioritize the ones that mattered most. The organization and his family were always at the top of the list. Dealing with any threats, or weak spots, was necessary to keep the empire running strong.
Things were ... spiraling.
His brother’s marriage had complicated things. He hadn’t spoken with his wife in what felt like an eternity. His employees were forming relationships with the enemy. He couldn’t lose control of things.
Leon didn’t ‘handle’ debts owed to the family. Not anymore. He used to – for fun – back in the early days. Now, as a boss, his job was to let someone else take care of that. But Leon was being pushed over the edge, and he needed everyone to know that the Costellos were not to be messed with. Baby or not, Leon wasn’t loosening the grip on his kingdom.
Leon walked away from the unconscious body beneath him. Floyd wasn’t dead. He had a few cracked ribs, a broken nose, and twenty-four hours to hand deliver the cash that the Costellos were owed. Leon’s knuckles were bruised, aching slightly, but he felt... better. Leon walked away from the alley, leaving his men to clean up the mess. He wiped Floyd’s blood off of his knuckles with a cloth napkin. As he rounded the corner, he spotted a figure.
