A party is the last thing we should be having. I killed my uncle, and would have buried him next to my father, but my brothers convinced me otherwise. Even though uncle was severely flawed, his love for his children had no limits, and Joel insisted they get the opportunity to give him a proper funeral. Of course, my cousins threatened my life after I told them what I had done, but they also knew that I was in the right protecting my sister, a young girl he wasn't hesitated to feed to the wolves. So, we agreed that we would never return to Italy, and they would never come to the states. They can have all the businesses there, the estates, and anything else. We will control what we have in America. I was surprised that we could find a solution, but I don't think they wanted a war anyway. The
