“Dante said he’s not even a made man anymore. I thought Visconti men were made men by default?” Max glugs his beer, making a gross gasp as he sets it back on the table. “Alright, here’s the rundown on Angelo. His father, Alonso, was the capo of the Devil’s Dip outfit. He ran imports and exports out of the port. Super lucrative business—what he was raking in over in Dip makes Cove look like a shanty town.”
