Renzo watched the life fade from Carmine's eyes as he slumped in his chair.

"You're not family. No favors."

He slipped gloves on and wiped down the surfaces he touched, which wasn't much.

He looked at the photo on the table and picked it up. So, this was the cunt who offed his family. He'd probably be pissed or feel something for their deaths if he had normal emotions. As it was, he studied the woman's features until he'd memorized them. If he saw her, he'd kill her for taking something that belonged to him. He folded the picture and stuffed it in his pocket.

He took Carmine's and Dante's...