The soft clinking of glasses and the low hum of celebration echoed from the other side of the restaurant.In the quiet booth at the edge of the venue, Lloyd and Mason sat with their drinks untouched. Their expressions were tense, their voices low,Mason leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table "So what are you saying about taking down Don Pizzaro, need to talk about it"Lloyd gave a faint... amused snort "Do we? The man just lost, eve won... better than won, she won in a landslide, his political dreams are crushed... and his days of operation are numbered, what threat does he still pose?"Mason shook his head slowly "You think someone like Don Pizzaro takes defeat quietly? This isn’t a man who folds easily, this is someone who’s built an empire in the shadows..." Lloyd understood what Mason was saying in theory, but he still wasn't convinced the don could do much.Mason could see that Lloyd Stull wasn't getting it, so be decided to be a lot more direct."Don't you se

The aftermath of the election was an earthquake within Hilburg’s elite, but in the Flanagan household, it felt like the epicenter.Larry Flanagan’s tantrum had rattled the entire living room... pillows were tossed, glasses shattered, a coffee table flipped onto its side.Eileen tried desperately to console her husband, placing trembling hands on his shoulders as he paced, muttering and cursing under his breath."Larry, please" she pleaded "You’re going to give yourself a heart attack...""Let them come!" he shouted "Let them all come! Eve, the Capital M gang, every miserable fool who thought they could take my city from me!"Morty stood near the entrance, shaken. He hadn’t seen his father this unhinged since he was a child. "The city isn't yours dad, and your worst mistakes was thinking your ruse could go on after you killed Henry Numa" thought Morty.Without a word, he turned and walked away, clutching the folder of documents tighter against his chest.He returned to his room and lo

Morty, I will ask you again... what the fuck are you doing?" asked Larry, as he glared at his son without an ounce of fear"And like I said, DRIVE!" Morty yelled as he pointed the gun straight at his father's head.Larry had raised his son with a heavy hand, making sure to emphasize discipline and hardwork, beacuse of this, Morty had grown up almost slightly scared of his own father, and Larry had always known when Morty was afraid of his wrath, just like he had trained him to.Right now however, for the first time since his child was born, he saw not an ounce of fear in his face, causing Larry's body to shake... He still didn't understand what was going on, but he suspected the worst.ultimately, he decided to do what Morty said, as he was sure the boy was not in is right mind.None of the guards saw the interaction Morty had with his dad, and Morty was able to keep his gun properly concealed, so they slipped out of the house with very little detection.Larry still cursed under his

Larry Flanagan stood frozen in the woods, his chest heaving, Shock and and dread he once face was now increased in the face of the man stepping out from the darkness."Simon Harland..." he whispered... still not beliving the name this man just called himselfLloyd's expression was cold, unreadable "Not quite, my name is Lloyd Bishop"Larry's eyes darted between Lloyd and Morty, confusion and rage brewing beneath his skin."What is the meaning of this?! Simon Harland was the bastard who ran the Draguns! You said you killed him!""Sorry Dad... I lied" responded Morty, in a rather unfeeling voice "Simon Harland never existed" Lloyd added calmly "He was a mask I wore, a role I played so I could return to Hilburg unnoticed... I needed to find out who murdered my family, and now, I know"Larry scoffed, "No you fucking don't... Cause sorry to dissapoint you, but I didn't kill your fucking family, they brought death upon themselves when they turned the entire city against them""Yeah... That

Morty’s mind spun with disbelief as Gerald Leta’s words sank in. The flares of red and blue from the squad car lights flashed behind the men standing at the gates of the Flanagan estate. The evening breeze swept through the street, stirring Morty’s coat as he stood frozen.“Chief Leta?” Morty asked... slowly, as if trying to wake from a bad dream “you can’t arrest me... I’m your superior... I’m the acting Chief of Police”Gerald, standing stiffly, his badge gleaming under the porch light, corrected him “Former acting Chief, as of an hour ago, I am the officially appointed Chief of Police for the city of Hilburg”Morty’s brow furrowed “That’s not possible... the council vote for my candidacy was today...”“And your candidacy was rejected" Gerald cut in, handing Morty a sealed envelope "due to your alleged involvement in ongoing criminal investigations”Morty tore open the document and scanned the words... his eyes widened as he reached the final signature, Eve Willis.“She... she si