Blood Owes Blood, But I Owe Them Nothing

The night before the initiation trial, the Russo jewel had a birthday.

Lorenzo Vitale, the jewel's man, proposed that the whole crew slip off to a backroom club to toast her and loosen the nerves before the ceremony that would decide who among us got made.

What stunned me was that the young hopefuls of our inner circle every one of them groomed for discipline, drilled to keep their heads down until the seal was in their hand,But they all voted in favor.

In my last life, I held rank among us, trusted to keep the crew in line. I stood against something that reckless.