Chapter 22

　　Lucas' POV 　　When my father was alive, he used to have routine meet-ups with all the senior members of our family. 　　Imagine that. Ten old men sat down around a table, making decisions on taking other motherfuckers' lives over cigars and whisky like it was just another Wednesday afternoon. 　　As I took over from my father, I started drifting away from them. 　　Throughout these years, five of them died of overdose or lung cancer. Four of them left. 　　Four old fucks that even deter death. Heads of their own families. The worst of the worst. 　　If they couldn't help me teach Lycidas a lesson, I couldn't think of anyone else who would do it. 　　As I got downstairs, the lobby had already been packed by gangster members of all four families and Lycidas' bodyguards. 　　"What is this? Thanksgiving dinner all over again?" I said as I walked into the crowd. 　　People moved back to clear my path. 　　And at the end of my path, Lycidas Lelush stood like a fucking tool. 　　"Mr. Farrow! We meet again! I ha