The Vito Betrayal – Day Three

Sometime between August 11th – 21st

“So you called me and I arrive, you tell me that he’s back and yet you went to visit him in The Bahamas or was it Guam? Tell me, Ares, what the fuck were you thinking?”

A glass of bourbon in hand and a sly smile playing at his lips, the Olympian boss had to make sure that he played this right. Royce Gambino was more or less, a man who was recognized for his prowess as the leading the highest killing regime in the American Mafia, Murder Inc, supposedly, murdering over a hundred thousand people, rumour has it that Royce has killed half or more of those targets, bodies yet to be found as well may add to such a tally…

“I don’t know, I gave him a chance, like you, I wanted to see if this man could do what was right for once. He set up his own goddamn crew, He gave me his word, and now it seems like it is headed down a path for fuckery….Tell me, Roy, what am I to do?”

The head of Murder Inc gave him a smirk, shrugging his shoulders as if to say ‘build and let him handle it’ but that didn’t make him any better, Roy, at times was a hard man to get ahold of. He didn’t want to test that reliability when it came down to a bullet in his chest or head, either was bad enough for the young Don.

“You build this country up, I have New York as my territory. Take Nevada, you seem to love it there you fuckin’ pest. Don’t worry, it’ll all be good and if you need help, I’ll be sure to send ya to the best doctors in the country. Make sure that the coma you’ll be in is nothing more than just that.”

Chuckling, Ares raised his glass towards the Murder Inc boss as he had no clue what would be coming for him tomorrow, well…it was surely going to be something as it was the day that Vito would strike out and attack him and ORagnar…