The Name I Buried Became the Name That Destroyed Him

On the eve of the Brancato crew's formal recognition by the Commission, Salvatore couldn't wait to throw a lavish celebration inside the family's private club. To top it off, he ordered his personal courier to hand out double cuts of the take, all in cash.

With a sweet smile, Vittoria personally passed neatly banded stacks of hundred-dollar bills to every associate in the room. But when she reached me, she suddenly shoved me aside.

"Move it. Filthy strays don't belong here."

Confused, I asked her what she meant.