Garcia's slaughterhouse.
The dark night, like a pitch-black curtain, hid all sins.
The occasional pain and wailing couldn't escape this huge slaughterhouse, and even the putrid stench of decaying bodies was masked by the excrement of numerous pigs and cattle.
It had to be said, this was an excellent place for a gang to dispose of bodies.
Inside a certain warehouse.
Sinisi, clad in a crisp suit, hooked a body that had been stripped as clean as a bare pig.
He coldly watched as several butchers set to work, slitting the throat, draining the blood, and chopping the body into pieces for thorough disposal.
It seemed, this was just a stranger, not a family executioner.
"Alright..."
Once the body had been disposed of, Sinisi turned around, his gaze coldly falling on other members of the Notting Hill family, his voice hoarse and deep,
"You fear me, you hate me, you curse me... you think I've discarded Siri traditions, but what I want to say is, to hell with traditions!"
