Chapter Forty One – The Meating
Marco sat looking at the five other heads of the family, Sal sat to his left, and Max to his right, across the table sat the head of the Rossi family, his mop of light brow curls were wild and untamed, he was a little older than Marco, but had a warm friendly persona that drew people in, however he was not a man to trust, for all he came across as the friendliest of the northern region bosses he would quickly stab you in the back. Beside Rossi sat Agostini, his black hair gelled back, his plump face and body made to look bigger by the white suite he wore, he was the one who would offer up the most resistance, however Marco understood it would be more greed than wanting to start a war. Agostini was not known for using muscle to get what he wanted, which
