Meanwhile, outside the house, Landon stood by a pole by the roadside. He couldn't believe what just happened.

He was not used to Danny taking other people's advice before his, let alone that of a woman who knew nothing about being a Mafia. Danny's words replayed in his head, and he scoffed and burst into laughter.

But amidst his laughter, anger, pain, and anguish steered. Rage could be seen hanging on his features. He walked back home that night, wondering if Annabelle was one of the enemies.

Why would she give such advice, and most importantly, why didn't Danny listen to him? He chose to listen to a bitch who...