Antoni P.O.V
It takes forty minutes to drive home, the car filled with soft gossiping from Lucia and Dante regarding the latest family drama. Zio Roberto got into another fight with his wife, Maria. Then Zia Maria went and threw all Zio Roberto’s favorite guns in the Hudson River.
Just the usual family affairs.
About halfway through the ride home, the sound of high-pitched sirens from police and firetrucks reaches Antoni’s ears. It’s heading in the opposite direction to them, back in the direction of the Russo’s house. A shiver runs down his spine as anxiety pools in his lower back. He checks his phone for any incoming emails, texts, or calls that say one of their establishments had been blown up or ransacked.