Gangs in the fifth Avenue was like a part of the social amenities found in there. It was very necessary for survival in a place like that. A family could merge up all its boys and form a gang of their own, killing whoever dared them to make name for themselves. That was where the Donati maternal root came from.
Their mother was equally from a well recognised and respected family and everyone in there, no matter how notorious accorded them their respect and dues. Joseph and what was left of the Donati’s moved into their mothers family house which had been long abandoned.
Every one from their mothers side was dead leaving the house bare. The house was cleaned up and converted into a home again in no time with the perfect feminine touch from Maria.
They ride to st Gregory took them only 10 minutes. They drove slowly through the park in a convoy. The van taking the lead while Joseph followed behind. Apprehensive looks trailed them as they moved, everyone with his hands ready on his gun, waiting for any wrong move from the convoy to blow it open.
Joseph cleared by the side of the road while the van moved further up and parked in the middle of the road, directly opposite a bungalow, Roland’s house. For a few seconds everyone watched, Joseph and his companions waited patiently for their role, the men in the van loading their assault rifles, unperturbed that the whole street had their eyes on them, the body guards in the house watched with curiosity, their hands resting on their weapons, ready to draw them out.
Joseph made a head count of the guards in front of the house, about eight of them and the street littered with a couple of others, about thirty in number. He made out the garage belonging to the house and the car parked in it, he nodded and ignited the engine to his car and left it running.
To be continued