The mansion erupted into organized chaos. Men in tactical gear flooded the second floor, their heavy boots thudding against the marble.

Damian called a gathering of the Five Families of New England.

It was to be a feast of succession. Damian circulated the rumor that he was stepping down due to his failing health and would officially name Marcus as the new head of the Cross family.

Marcus was ecstatic. He arrived at the estate in a brand-new tailored suit, grinning like a shark. The dining hall was set with silver and crystal.

Before the dinner, Damian went to the master suite. He found Sarah brushing Lily's hair.

"Whatever happens tonight," Damian said, handing Sarah a heavy, loaded Glock 19. "Do not leave this room. The door is reinforced steel. Silas is stationed in the hallway."

Sarah took the gun, her hands shaking, but her eyes resolute. "Are you going to be okay?"

Damian reached out and gently touched Sarah's cheek. It was the first time he had initiated physical contact. Her skin was warm. "I have something to live for now. I'll be back."

He kissed Lily's forehead, then turned and walked down to the dining hall. The lamb was served. The wine was poured. Marcus stood up, raising his glass for a toast.

"To Damian," Marcus smiled, his eyes gleaming with false sorrow. "A great leader, who knows when it is time to rest."

"Sit down, Marcus," Damian said. His voice wasn't weak. It didn't waver. It cut through the room like a bullwhip.