Macron smiled. He was the one hiding, but still Salvatore was the one who was frightened.
"My little bro, you never changed. You think you can hold the world. See how fragile the floor you have touched is now. You can't even breathe without fear that you're going to be betrayed." He chuckled.
Salvatore was wrong if he thought he could hold Portello entirely. Many of them were loyal to Niccolo, his father. It was impossible for Salvatore to get them on his side while he, Macron, was still alive.
Macron lit his cigarette. "Soon, you will be the one who needs to hide. I will not kill you, but I will make you suffer. More than what you did to me."
Macron looked at the man in front of him. "Get his boy."
The man nodded. "Alben is handling it."
Macron smirked. "Who is actually really loyal to him? Such a shame."
He pressed his back against the sofa. "Let's see what he will do if I get his boy."
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