He Let Me Drink His Poison, So I Sold His Empire to His Rival

Lorenzo Corsetti was allergic to drink. In the three years we'd spent building the operation together, blood and business fused into one, I sat through every tribute sit-down where the cups came laced, and I never once let a drop pass his lips. I took them for him. All of them.

At the grand feast celebrating the Corsetti Family's rise to a made operation, I stepped up again, taking on ten men at a time, draining every glass raised in his name so nothing that came to that table would reach him.