Who: Mario Falcone Where: The Four Aces Casino When: April 22nd Summary: Mario prepares himself to face a family dinner.
Mario Falcone sighed as he hung up the phone. It was Thursday, which meant he had three more evenings to himself before he had to sit through another family dinner.
He was getting dinner with his father tomorrow night, Alberto next Tuesday. A dinner alone with Sofia? Unlikely.
But all four of them together… Well, hopefully “business” wouldn’t come up. After all, as far as he was letting Alberto and Sofia know, he’d gone straight. He was working with the D.A., paying his dues to society. And the dues for leaving the country and avoiding arrest? A fine and community service. Not even out-and-out probation.
Mario took a long drag from his cigarette—Black Russian, the only kind he’d buy—and thought.
Either Sofia would be very careful, afraid he’d rat her out, or she’d flaunt what she thought was her power. Idiot that she was, she had no idea that the rackets their father had “given” to Vincent Lombardi were, in fact, in his hands. The gambling? His. The majority of the gun running? His. Those were all he needed now. When his father officially retired and Mario had the power, he’d take the Falcone drug business. If Sofia really wanted to stay in the game… Well. She could have the whores. Mario had lost all taste for that business during his trip to Italy.
Or, if he had his way, he’d pawn it off on Maroni. A Falcone shouldn’t soil their hands dealing in sex.
He put out his cigarette as one of the casino bouncers came in.
“What is it?” he murmured.
“Caught someone counting, Boss. How d’you want it handled?”
Mario smiled faintly. It was good to be on top… even if he wasn’t as high up yet as he planned to be. “I leave it to your discretion entirely.”