Antonio walked back to his car slowly, he was feeling very troubled, not from killing the man, he felt nothing at all towards that. He was feeling unsatisfied with his work, Don Cero was giving him jobs that an outsider would be doing. He knew the reason why, the Don was worried that when he died and had to pass his power to his son, Antonio would be more powerful than the family. Antonio did not know why the Don thought this, Geno was Antonio's best friend. Antonio put his pistol into the glove box, buckled his seatbelt and sped off leaving a skid mark. He heard sirens behind him, he chuckled. They would find Marco Strazzi lying on the floor with a bullet between his eyes, but they wouldn't find the person who put the bullet there. Antonio was a professional. He had never been caught and he believed he never would. He lit a cigarette and smiled. The under boss, Geno, had set the hit up. The dead man was two timing the family, a.k.a. telling the feds about the extortion going on between himself and the Ceros. Antonio drove into an alleyway that went right up into his apartment garage. Antonio lived in the middle of the action, Little Italy.