Gregory

The dimly lit room was filled with the acrid smell of cigar smoke, its tendrils curling up toward the ceiling, which was hidden in shadows. Seated at the head of a long, polished table was Don Vincenzo, the undisputed boss of the Gregory family. His men sat around him, a motley crew of seasoned enforcers and trusted lieutenants, each with a story of loyalty and bloodshed.

Don Vincenzo, a man in his sixties with piercing blue eyes and silver-streaked hair, took a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling thoughtfully. "Gentlemen," he began, his voice a gravelly whisper that commanded attention, "we have a problem."

The room fell silent, each man leaning in slightly, waiting for their boss to continue.

"Lombardi has been making moves on our territory," Don Vincenzo said, his gaze sweeping the room. "He's hit two of our warehouses this month. We need to send a message."

How will they overcome the threat? What will they face to neutralize it?

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