We're in deep shit.
My fucking brother brought us a big problem. According to Duke, Filippo made an arrangement with Castro, one of the Mexican drug cartel leaders, using several of my businesses as collateral. How the hell he convinced Castro he had control over it, I have no fucking idea. Filippo was so desperate, he ordered the biggest shipment my family has ever asked for from the Mexicans.
When they couldn't get a hold of Filippo, they sent men to ambush me while I was out with Uncle Victor one night. We figured the man we brought down to the dungeon was one of the Mexicans, but he was just a lackey—also a new one, so he didn't know much. And we didn't know why they sent them. I had a couple of my men investigate around, but they came up with nothing. Because we couldn't be too sure, we didn't rush a retaliation.