Chapter Two Four Chairs in the Basement

He simply made collections punctual, owners less bruised, and gamblers aware that owing Russo money carried a smarter cost. The Moretti Family finally heard the name. Vito threw a photograph in front of his cousin Carlo Moretti. "Little Russo is stealing our bread." Carlo was fifty, silver-haired, his suit without a crease. He tapped the picture lightly. "Bread can be taken back. Hands can be cut off."