New turf was opening up for the MacNamaras, especially with their defeat of D’Ignazio’s a months back. They were working their into Italian grounds and the more they took over, the happier it made Daithi. More drug money, more customers, and with it more control over the city they’d called home. Despite the going ons in Daithi’s personal life, what was happening in with his job, with the company his brother owned, was spectacular.
Things were definitely looking up for them, especially after the hellish year they’d had previous.
However, with all this new land, Daithi needed his street runners to be in tip top shape. Who better to call than Xavier Pierce. The MacNamara picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the other associate’s number, waiting for an answer before speaking into the receiver, “My office. We’ve got some things to discuss.”
He hung up before he could get a response and turned back to the computer in front of him, number crunching while he waited.