As the sun began to rise, the streets of the city were filled with the sounds of sirens and flashing police lights. The chaos of the previous night's events had caught the attention of law enforcement, and they were now swarming the area, searching for any clues that might lead them to the killers.
Stephen sat in his office, watching the news coverage on the television screen. He felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that his plan had worked, but it was mixed with a feeling of emptiness. He had succeeded in his mission, but it had come at a great cost.
Tony's death had hit him hard. Although he had been prepared for the possibility, nothing could have prepared him for the reality of it. Tony had been like a brother to him, and he felt a deep sense of loss at his passing.
But there was no time to grieve. Stephen had to keep moving forward. He had to maintain control over his organization and ensure that the other dons didn't try to seize power in the aftermath of Tony's death.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number. After a moment, a voice answered on the other end.
"Boss?" it said.
"I need you to do something for me," Stephen said, his voice steady.
"Anything, boss."
"I want you to take over Tony's operation. Make sure everything runs smoothly. And keep an eye on the other bosses. I have a feeling they might try to make a move now that Tony's gone."
"You got it, boss. Consider it done."
Stephen hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but he was ready for whatever came his way. He was determined to honor his father's legacy and become the next king of the Mafia.