Joseph “Crazy” Russo sat in the dining room surrounded by his lieutenants as they ate sweet savory brahmin steak. Each of them laughing and smiling as if the times were good, as if that shit has ever been true. All except two, to his right and two seats down sat the oldest man at the table Tristan “Stats” Crusie he was called stats as he had previously made some name for himself at the tracks getting odds and that’s how he’s lived life ever since, which made it all the more curious that he would stay in the Russo family. Everyone knew the Russo’s were the weakest and that Joe was the youngest, least experienced at leading and the hot headed man out of the five leaders. But for some reason Joseph also called Joey and Tris were close friends, so many assumed that was the reason but the name stats and given how much he relies on it for his life makes others think he sees the russo as the growing power. The other man was a newer guy at the table, prolly sacred shitless because he didn’t know these men or how he got to this table and didn’t wanna die on his first night, he was so new Joey didn’t even learn his name and didn’t really care enough to find out.
Joey simply shook his head before he slammed his fist with a fork in it on the table. The room immediately went silent and everyone turned to see what the noise was “Jesus Joey, why the hell do ya gotta do something like that and ruin the mood.” Russel “Bats” Tony said confused. Joey gave him a death stair and shook his head “Because Rus, you and every single one of you fucks seem to think everything is going swell ere, well let me tell ya. IT’S NOT!” He shouted “Ya see we have to go out of state hell outta country to deliver goods to some god damn southern fucks, then we have to pay fucking Creed from the congress of pennsylvania in the hopes he can get the congress to loosen up the rules so we can see more there. Then let’s not forget, the other 4 families are eating away at us. Stats, how many men have we lost so far?” Tristan slowly turned and pushed up his glassed taking a moment to think “Well, Joey, if my numbers are correct 23 men mostly to the Salintines.” Joey spit “Fuck the Salintines, we need to get moving boys and expand. Otherwise we’re gonna become the next fucking Redcliff family.” Russel looked behind joey and nodded to one of the girls who walked over and put her arms around joey and whispered in his ear “Aww, joey you’re all worked up come on and let take care of ya.” Amber whispered with a smile. “God damn why ya gotta do this, how many time do I say not while i’m working. Well I’m gonna need to teach you a lesson.” Joey stood up and pushed her down pulling out his 9mm pistol and shooting her in the left leg and she screamed. “JOEY OH MY GOD, JOEY!” Joey looked disgusted “Eww, no one’s gonna want you after this ya look horrible and can’t pay ya rent.” “JOEY NO PLEAS-” the gun went off again before amber could continue amber slumped to the floor. Russel stood up as two men rushed in with tommy guns concerned before they saw it was joey and walked back out “Joey, she was a good one why’d ya gotta do something like that.” Russel said as he blinked slowly. “Because, she was troubling me while we were working and I tell her it all the damn time. Now can we continue?” Joey said as he turned around as if nothing happened. “Oh and someone get this filth out of here. Now back to business.” The room now more shooken nodded and listened to Joey’s plans