"Hahahah, the Rat is dead!" Cerino said, leaning back in his chair, laughter escaping from his mouth at the news of one of his worst enemies' elimination. "Now Brooklyn is almost wide open for the taking." He turned to his right hand man, who sat attentively before him. "How soon can we move in?" he asked, a spark of ambition in his eyes.
"We can move in, but we need to remember that Enzo didn't have all of Brooklyn under his thumb," Robert reminded his boss. His tone was steady, emphasizing the reality of the situation. "There are other gangs we need to deal with if we want to be the big honchos on that side as well."
"That will work itself out, no one can stand against us right now," Cerino replied confidently, aware of the resistance they might face but unconcerned with Enzo out of the picture. "Call Niccolò and Paolo, and see if we can bring them under us just like we did with Sal." His tone was confident, envisioning a fast expansion of their power.
