Chapter 6: The Shoulders of a King

He raises his hands a little and with an arrogant way, "Okaay, I have way more important stuff to do."

Directly after, he stands up, turns back, and starts walking with so much confidence—swinging his shoulders like he just became the new president—leaving the two men suspicious. Especially John, who can only think: "What the fuck?!"

Jeje crosses the door, then vanishes.

Mister Carl turns his face to John. Eye to eye. "I told you. He wouldn't dare to cross the line."

"No. I know him. There's something going on. It's not the first time."

John turns his head, starts looking in all directions, while swinging it a little—so confused, so shocked by Jeje's move.

The moment of silence is interrupted by Mister Carl's question: "What do you mean, 'it's v

not his first time'?"

John quits the state he was in, turns his head again to Mister Carl. "Remember five years ago, when 'Dirty' Posatto died? Jeje was still a capo at that time. This problem happened in his territory. When I talked to him, gave him direct orders to not hurt Posatto, he gave me the same response: 'Don't worry, I have way more shit to do.' Only one week later—Posatto's dead."

"Okay. What's your point?" Mister Carl says while sipping from his cup of water.

"For two months, I did some digging. Found out the men who killed Posatto received direct orders from one of ours, a made men . I wanted to tell you, but you were nowhere to be found. And the Don… I couldn't risk escalating his health condition."

Mister Carl's voice drops to gravel. "If what you say is true—and you can prove it—just tell me. I'll make some calls to prevent anything bad from happening. But for now, I'm going. Ton of work waiting."

They both stand up, shake hands, and leave the restaurant. This time assuring that their biggest threat is one of them, the one that they considered a brother