Cast Out as Old-Fashioned, I Watched the Mafia Fall Apart
Language: en
Last night I received notice that the Family was cutting me loose. The explanation was flimsy: my thinking was outdated, I refused to modernize, and I was seriously obstructing the Family's expansion. That morning, my fiance stopped me in the corridor, his expression icy. "Kelly was right. Someone as stubborn and inflexible as you only holds the Family back. "And don't blame me for cutting you. You offended someone you shouldn't have." Kelly leaned against the railing, surrounded by her men, and watched me with a smug smile. She was the Don's own niece. Two weeks earlier, she had been…