Taking a slow breath, Luke closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. His chest was hurting, and he felt clammy. He knew it was stress and didn't know if he could take much more. It didn't help matters that his father seemed to have little confidence in him and left all the business matters in his lap to deal with. He didn't really blame, him. He loved his father and knew it was the best for the family. The fact was, he never wanted this; it was greatness thrust upon him. He wasn't made for this life, yet here he was, the Don of the struggling Gambino family with a leader who was on the brink of insanity.
"Dad, I need your permission to look into Roman for this. I think he's trying to take over the territory and cut us out of the shipping trades."
The grey hair man was silent for a moment. He didn't want any sort of issues with the D'Amico's, considering they had more people and far more gun power, not to mention much more pull in the Italian families.
