He acquired unfinished business all over town with rivals ever since his father Rodger Ruse passed on. Domiano did great work wiping out each and every competitor, but ultimately he had stepped on the wrong toes. He didn’t have fear in his heart for himself, it was mostly for his family. He continued pacing the floor, smoking on a His Majesty’s Reserve cigar dipped in Louis XIII Cognac, a smell so strong he was supposed to wear a smoking jacket, but Domiano’s nerves were on edge he didn’t bother putting it on. He sipped on a Sam Adams Utopia a drink he labeled “Rich Man’s Candy”, and while hitting it straight from the bottle he felt eyes on him. He knew his security was tight and not many knew about his home, but he felt he was being watched. Domiano never smoked in his house it was forbidden-- so much like a sin because his furniture cost a gwap to be scented with cigar. His daughter Tiffany watched him pace the floor, she was the only child and knew something wasn’t right with her Papi—at an hour like this they would all be in bed.
