He had no tolerance for acts of betrayal or cruelty and lacked Angelo’s taste for the minute details of a business deal. He was a man totally in the moment, who knew only to respond to the action with an action. He was a pure gangster.

Tell me this,” Pudge would often ask me, as he sat and read about the exorbitant funeral of a rival. “If he was the guy with all the power, then how come he’s riding in the lead car, stuffed inside a coffin?

Sto neprijatelja i jedan prijatelj ucinice te bogatim covekom u poslu. U bilo kom poslu.

I am the only one who can speak for them, and for the children we were.

I did my job,” the lawyer said. “The sworn oath of the mediocre,” Father Bobby said.

It’s time for quiet, Shakes,’ Michael said, staring down at the ground. ‘That I do know. Give things a rest. Find a spot where I can shut my eyes and not have to see the places I’ve been. Maybe I’ll even get lucky and forget I was ever there.

Only risky plans have any chance to be great.

It’s always better to like a gangster from a distance anyway. Like a tiger cub in a cage. They always look soft and cute and warm behind those iron bars. Everybody’s happy, smilimg, waving, taking pictures. But you take away those bars and all that goes away. All that’s left is the fear.

It was a gift,” Angelo said. “From a friend.” “A friend does not give a gun as a gift.” Angelo walked into the room and sat down next to his father. “This one does,” he said. “And what will you do with such a gift?” “It will remind me,” Angelo said in a near whisper. “Of what?” Paolino’s eyes searched the boy’s face. “Of what I am without it, Papa.

Revenge. Sweet lasting revenge. And now it was time for all of us to get a taste.