Chapter 57: How Do You Want To Die?
"I really thought you were losing your mind, putting in an order for winter clothes in O City, but I stand corrected," chuckled Mathis ’Bishop’ Duhon as he looked at Dante.
Dante looked up from the paperwork he was reviewing, raising an eyebrow as he stared down Bishop. "I take it the snow has started?"
"It’s been snowing for a few hours now," confirmed Bishop as he adjusted the cuff of his bright red dress shirt. He wasn’t wearing a tie, unlike Dante, but some habits were hard to break. "What’s next?"
"Nothing," replied Dante, throwing the paperwork onto his desk as he rose to his feet. "It’s only going to be worse from here. We’ll continue doing what we are doing, and when the snow stops, go out for supplies."
"More supplies? Really?" asked Bishop, flabbergasted. "I’m pretty sure that the building will collapse if we get any more supplies."
"You’ve been spoiled," chuckled Dante, pouring himself a glass of bourbon as he stared out of the window at the snowflakes. It was almost deceptive, the white fluffy flakes that seemed so innocent.
The outside looked like a snow globe as the morning sun tried to pierce through the clouds, but Dante knew just how deadly the next three weeks were going to be.
"In this new age, supplies are life," he continued as if he hadn’t been lost in his thoughts a moment ago. "And in our case, supplies are also money."
Bishop chuckled as he watched his boss. Dante Leone had risen through the ranks of being a nobody to being one of the most feared rulers of the underworld. No one knew where he came from, but that didn’t seem to matter.