The Bratva's retaliation came exactly when we least expected it.
Tony's art show.
He'd been working toward this for months a senior exhibition at Pratt showcasing his architectural designs and urban planning concepts. The entire family was going. Rosa, Alessandro, even Elena, who'd become something of a little sister to both my children.
We should have known better than to all be in one place.
The gallery was in Brooklyn, converted warehouse space, packed with students, faculty, art collectors. Tony was nervous but excited, showing us his pieces intricate models of sustainable urban housing, revolutionary building designs that somehow combined beauty with functionality.
"This is incredible, buddy," Dante said, studying a model of a vertical garden building. "You really designed this?"
"Every detail. Professor Chen says it's innovative enough to present at the Architecture Summit next month."
"We're so proud of you," I said, hugging him.
