Samuel's questions didn't stop as they continued down the hallway with what Richard hoped would be the right question.
"Is that something that runs through the family, or did something trigger it?" Richards shrugged in response to the question.
"I don't make a point of studying other mafia families to find out why they are fucked up or what's wrong with them. If I had any say, I wouldn't be a part of this world anymore." Almost twenty years later, though, he still hadn't found a way to get out and make his own decisions. Once in hell, always in hell, he supposed. This thought lingered around the back of his head as he directed Samuel to turn down another hall. The ordeal would've been much easier if Jovani had kept his phone on.
