For four months everything had been calm—business was booming, money was flowing like a river, and we kept establishing connections across the entire country. I was preparing to create a National Criminal Syndicate—not the way it was in actual history, but with clear rules and definitions. Disparate criminal gangs were meant to turn into a single corporation.
But there was one obstacle to that—the boss of all bosses, Salvatore Maranzano. I’m not foolish enough to write him off, but I also didn’t expect him to make his move so quickly.
Looks like it’s time for a new war. And this time the stakes are higher than last time. But if we win, no one will stop me anymore.