Diego aka Arrow’s POV
“Those low scum of the earth McTavish’s need to be taught a lesson!” Demarco said. He was my uncle’s caporegime, a lieutenant in his own right, but with none of the respect. Demarco was a snake, who thrived off of cheap compliments, and no work but all of the glory.
“How would you suggest we teach the McTavish’s a lesson, assuming it was even the McTavish’s responsible for the weapons going missing?” Anthony, another one of my uncle's men, asked from the other end of the table.