Created by the devil

With respect.

With a strut in her walk does Gia open the double doors. People bow their heads and greet her with 'Good Morning, miss Changretta.' A nod back is all she blesses them with as she makes her way on the stairs towards her office.

She opens the doors of her office to be met with her cousin sitting in the opposite chair. "Good morning, Carmelo. Do you bring good new's for me?" She leaves a kiss on his cheek and sits down in her chair.

"Nothing you don't know yet. I've seen that you've doubled the men on the street for protection. So, you're aware they'll be coming for you from inside out." He answers. She nods after his statement.

"He's a fair fighter." He tells her after he sees the look on her face. "Is he?" A laugh almost leaves her lips "Do you really believe we made it this far by being fair? In this world you can't play by the instruction, so why would he spare me?" She questions with a raised eyebrow.

"Because you are family. You've always had your ups and downs with each other, but at the end of the day you see each other for who you are." He explains.

She scoffs "Let me explain you something. Family is, was, and always will be my absolute strength and power. But the blood that runs through his and my veins makes us related, not family. It's trust that makes a family."

She questions "It's very clear what he wants and if you think I'm just going to stand by and wait before her get's me then you've lost your mind. Explain me this, when are you going to kill him?" 

He looks down and answers "He's not easy to get at. When the time is right-" He stops himself as she looks at the clock. "Look at that, eh. Noon, the time is exactly right."

"When he's away from his familiar territory I'll strike." He promises her. She predicts "No, you won't, you're a good man, or try to be at least. You won't betray your family, and I won't ask you to do it either. That's the difference."

He sighs ands thanks her "Thank you, G" She nods and orders "Fuck off I've got work to do."

Luca's sat at the table eating his lunch together with the rest of the present family in New York. The table is quiet, the air that has been hanging in the house lately makes nobody enjoy their food.

Since sibling have been going at it, everybody lost their hope in rebuilding their legacy. Within ten minutes the first members left the table, after a quarter only Angel and Luca are left.

Angel throws his napkin on the table in disgust and stands up "You're going to be the death of us." Luca doesn't even look up which makes Angel walk away.

Once, he's done cleaning the corners of his mouth with a napkin, he sighs. He raises his hand and signs for the man in the corner to come over.

"Polo, l'uomo è già morto?" He asks his helper. "non ancora, l'uccisione avverrà intorno alle tre del pomeriggio." Polo answers.

"I biglietti sono stati ordinati? I don't like fucking waiting around." He states. "Certo, you'll be leaving for Birmingham in tre giorni." He answers to his don.

"Wear other clothes, dress like a worker from Birmingham." He looks over at the man. "With respect, si vestono di merda." He complains with a stressed giggle.

"With fucking respect? Sai how many people in our organisation die in a week? Verso le quattro. And your complaining about fucking clothes. Fuck off." He orders.

"What do you have?" He questions the two men who walk into the room. "La famiglia Shelby ha molti nemici. La cosa è she lives on his territory." The first man answers.