Alberto Parrino. Son of the late Drago Parrino. Son of the former head of the Italian Mob. Son of the former owner of half of Sicily. A reflection stares back at Alberto. One of a tall, slender, skeleton of a man, earning him the nickname “Bones”. He slicked his dark hair back and buttoned up his suit. For just a moment, he could almost see his father in the mirror behind him. He straightens Alberto’s tie and says “Come closer, Bambino. I have something to show you.” Drago guides a young Alberto over to the large window overlooking Sicily, the nighttime lights twinkling like stars in the sky. “Someday, Alberto, that whole city will be yours. The coffee shops, the art galleries. Even the courts are under the Parrino thumb. When my time is up
