Again, thought Claude, his eyes misting over, his father had said that before. What had he meant?

Claude shut his eyes and tilted his head to heaven as his father growled on,

“We need to find the leak. Get Paddy on it, boy.”

The call ended.

The second Delano son lowered his head, his shoulders slumping.

A quiet desperation engulfed him. Nothing he ever did would come up to his father’s high standards, ever…

Unlike Louis. Or Rudy, who was appreciated by Lucien Delano. And of course, Piers, the man who ran the mob with an iron hand, now. But he, Claude…?

The big man sighed and lowered his head....