A group of men sat around a conference table in a dimly lit office space in Paramus, New Jersey. The group of four were unnervingly large and fit. A slideshow of brutal murders was playing, each body more grotesque and disfigured than the last. Heads were stuck on spikes in front yards with their tongues and eyes missing, mutilated bodies hung from street lamps in abandoned alleyways and entire rooms of men were displayed with their throats slashed and bodies riddled with bullet holes. 

The el...

I sat alone behind the mahogany desk in my fathers’ old office. I suppose it’s my office now. Rubbing my temples to ward off yet another piercing migraine, I lifted my gaze from the mountains of paperwork to peruse my new workspace. Whoever said running the mafia was all fun and murder did not know what they were talking about. 

Leaning back into my plush leather chair, I ran my gaze along the floor to ceiling bookcases filled with precious and one of a kind texts. The side of my m...