In "Family Ties," the Moretti family is everything, or so they thought. But beneath the surface of loyalty lies a web of betrayal and lies. In the heart of this tangled mess, the Morettis struggle to find their footing, torn apart by secrets and dec...
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2 Weeks Later
"I got lead on James boss, after he met with Athena to pick up the money we were able to start the tracker" Alfonzo said walking into my office
"Where did you put the tracker" I asked him
"We knew we couldn't put it on the car, he's a paranoid son of a bitch so he switches cars every hour. So we hid it in one of the stacks" he said
"What the fuck is wrong with you, if they find that tracker on that money Athena is good as dead." I said
"We will be on him by then, I can put some guys at her house to keep an eye out" he suggested and I shook my head
"No she doesn't know about the tracker and I don't want her to see the guys and get spooked. Just make sure this shit is handled" I said
"Yes boss" he said before leaving
Placing my head in my hands, I start to think about all that unfolded in these past few weeks.
"You look stressed brother, your starting to look old" Stefan said walking into my office
Stefan's presence filled the room, his energy a palpable force. I had always hated these meetings, these forced confrontations between family and business. But with Stefan, they were something worse. A twisted form of torture.
"You have some fucking nerve stepping foot in here, I should kill you where you stand," I blurted out, my temper boiling over. My hand instinctively went to the desk, my fingers closing around the cold steel of my gun.
Stefan laughed, a low, menacing sound. "And what would that get you? The other families would intervene, you know that. They'd love to see you gone. And I've got so much dirt on you..."
My grip on the gun tightened, my knuckles turning white. But I let it go, a bitter taste of impotence in my mouth.
"I'm not your brother," I spat out the words, my voice raw with emotion.
"You know you're an ungrateful bastard, my father gave you everything," Stefan shot back, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "And you were willing to throw it all away for some black bitch from the southside. No fucking class."
"Watch your fucking mouth," A red haze descended over my vision. I punched him.
Stefan just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Look who's finally growing a pair," he said, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
A surge of anger coursed through me. I had always been the quiet one, the obedient son. But with each passing second, that was becoming less and less true.
"When I was a kid, all I ever wanted was to be like you." I said
Stefan's laughter turned to a cruel sneer. "That's why you turned out the way you did," he said, his voice dripping with scorn. "You wanted to be a mini-me, and look how that turned out."
