1930’s

In a warehouse, New York.

“Come on, it was an mistake!” the wounded figure coughed scurrying back, “Mistake! Mistake?! They were innocent. We did nothing to you, I did nothing to any of you and you gunned them down!” “You have to understand they were collateral to the Dons” “They were my family!” the figure snapped grabbing the wounded figure by his throat, “We offered you money!” “That doesn’t bring my wife back, it doesn’t bring my Alex back, he was five or my baby daughter Lily back does it?!” “No it doesn’t but business is business!” “Do you know what is like to have a family? A wife? A child?” “No!” “Well you’ll never will!” the figure growled throwing him through the window. The figure readjusted his hood and looking down stared at his sons drawing of the family before folding it up muttered, “I’m sorry Natalie, I should have been there” “Don’t blame yourself Tony” Tony looked up and laughing accused, “If the brotherhood didn’t send me on that stupid errand, I could have been there” “And die alongside them. Come back to us and we will help” “I can’t trust the Grandmaster, he deals with both sides. It will be all okay until it effected his business and then I would be given to either side as part of a deal” “…Not if you get them first! The grandmaster knows loss, he can help” “Callum has not lost, his brother in law died, nothing more. He wasn’t even close to Andrew. I lost my entire existence” he looked before explaining, “He was insistent. He hoped he could help his friend” “We’ve known each other since we were kids. If he really knows me, he knows I won’t stop until they all lay dead” “I know that’s why I refused to stop you” Austin spoke moving to the side but stopping Tony for a second said, “Just get them all, for your sake” he nodded before taking his leave Austin muttered, “Stay safe you old bastard.”