Donicko planted that idea in my head for a reason. He wanted me to react and he was getting his wish, but this time I was older. I wasn’t going to be a puppet.
I would find a way to bring those fuckers down. I knew it would be hard and I knew I’d have to be careful. Donicko was not a man many people fucked with. He had high-society leaders and officials wrapped around his finger. He was the leader of their group, or that was what I’d gathered over the years. He’d used money and favors to get the kind of lenience he had. Everything had a price, and I’d have to figure out how to get to the heart of the organization. It wouldn’t be easy, but I could do it; I just had to think like John. I was his son, after all.
The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.