We all had a busy week but it all went by in a blur. Now I'm heading inside the church for Pietro's funeral. How funny is it that the holy place is filled with ruthless criminals from different families. "The Triads and the Bratva are here," Salvatore mutters next to me.
I'm not in the mood to make pleasantries right now, so my only response is an unenthusiastic "Mm" as we walk up the steps and cross the threshold of the giant doors. There are indeed many crime families present. They all knew Pietro and wanted to pay their respects. They take their presence here very seriously. I couldn't care less about their attendance, honestly. I just want to wish my brother eternal peace.
