Vincenzo Dante Volvok:

The day started as peacefully as a mobster’s life could—emails, vodka, and occasionally wondering why I hadn’t burned my enemies to ash yet. I decided to work from my study, avoiding the circus that is the office. My peace was interrupted, however, by the thought of Venom.

Venom. My ever-reliable right-hand man had asked for one day off. Reasonable. What wasn’t reasonable? The fact that one day turned into three, without so much as a call, text, or smoke ...