Work was clockwork like normal, it didn't help that he didn't do work that would get him recognized by his father, maybe just one 'well done' would have made him feel better. He had simple jobs, overlooking the blackmarket and weeding out the drug dealers there was easy and the loan sharking was simple. If the client payed up of course, but most of the ones he dealt with were the deadbeats. Which was the case, another deadbeat. By then he was occupied with his son being at home with him, making his flat a little more louder than usual. "No, I can't work. I got a bambino to look after." Greg said to his brothers, trying to keep all calls far from his son's ears. Another thing they picked on as well.