Months came and went in relative silence. The underworld knew I was back in business, though I had yet to make an appearance, and money was flowing like a waterfall into my bank account.
Dominico was still relatively in hiding, and I was using this as an opportunity to slowly ice him out of the crime business. He was strictly in charge of the legal portions of my affairs, managing the Paris hotel and Club Cinque in London. The Alleyway was under my supervision, and in conjunction with the manager Dominico had set there, everything was working as I should've.
Summer turned into autumn, which turned into wintertime and then it was the end of another year.
Snow falling in droves on the day of Christmas Eve was probably the most cliché part of any Hallmark holiday romantic comedy, but as I stood with my fists perched on my hips, glaring at the wretched snow outside, I did not feel like I was in a holiday romantic comedy, I felt like I was in hell.
