“Vance has got to be fuckin’ takin’ care of.” Muttered<a class="link link--external" href="https://images.app.goo.gl/XqwnH44Sry9BifeG6" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lorenzo</a>as he sat back in the chair at his desk, sitting in his office with his son<a class="link link--external" href="http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/25700000/Giulio-Berruti-giulio-berruti-25732748-408-615.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Vinnie</a>. His hands folded behind his head as he leaned back, kicking his feet up on the desk as Vinnie sat in front of him. Lorenzo has risen to greatness in North Rustico by swinging deals and making hits under the guise of his drywalling business. Now it was his son Vinnie’s turn to prove he was ready to take over.<br/><br/>“Pa, do we really need to deal with Vance? Or do we need to deal with Stan?” Vinnie responded as he leaned forward onto his father’s desk. “Think about it, Vance has a record, he’s been in for a few years. Easy target. All the knowledge, all the connections—those are with Stan. Old man, well-connected, difficult target.”<br/><br/>Lorenzo leaned forward in his chair, eyes lighting up and head nodding. “Vinnie, my boy, I’ve taught you well.” He said as he reached forward and patted his son’s shoulder. “I think you’re onto something. But we’ll talk more tonight. We’ve got to get home, Stu and Joey are coming over and your mother is prepping dinner. Come on, let’s go.”<br/><br/>Without any further hesitations the pair left the office, driving to the family home in Lorenzo’s prized  Maserati. A few minutes later and they were walking through the door to a smell of the finest Italian cuisine. “Where’s my beautiful wife?!” Called out the patriarch of the family, eager for dinner and their meeting that night.