It hurts more when you don't see it coming.
Don Sylvester sat in his leather chair, with his leg crossed. He had a bottle of scotch in his hand. He had been like this for the past one hour surrounded by the opulence of his large office. Olive, one of his trusted lieutenants, was standing in front of him giving him an update on the latest happenings in the city.
"That's not all, Don, we've been having some trouble with some of our men going missing, including your nephew, Henry" Olive said, his voice laced with concern. "We've been investigating, but so far, we haven't found any leads. But I'm certain the DeAngellis are behind this"
