Dominic Patrielli

I sit there upon my throne, my fingers interlaced as I stare at the four men before me in thought. I have just found out that my brother is dead. My men have done research on the cop responsible for his death. My quiet anger bubbles inside me as I listen to them explain to me what happened and who the cop is. They tell me he has a daughter and I raise an eyebrow, intrigued Bring her to me. We'll show this cop that I am not a man to be messed with I say coldly