It has been a long journey.
I have made many choices, none of them easy.
I have killed far too many people, and then walked away from the one man that I came to this city to kill.
I remember meeting my cousin Roman with his grand schemes, Playboy X and Dwayne, Jacob and Badman, Florian now called Bernie, and the MacRearys, all of them, and oh God - Kate. Poor doomed Kate, caught in the crossfire at Roman's wedding.
It comes down to this, a chase in the night and a bullet to the head of Pegorino at the foot of the Statue of Happiness, the symbol of everything that the city of Liberty represents. All of the gangsters, the junkies, the crooked politicians, the trigger happy cops and the whores. The whole rotten, stinking mess.
I thought it would be different here, but in the end how am I any different to the Italians, the Irish and the Russians who came to this city and ended up as gangsters? I don't know, I really don't know.
Was I expecting a fanfare, fireworks, a fucking ticker tape parade through the centre of Algonquin?
It is over.
I have won.
I walk away.
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