Chapter 9 The sheriff

• Duke's pov,
• Duke sighed when he looked at the clock. Another day working until 12 at night alone at the office. He stared at the mind map on the wall with Don Lorenzo's picture in the middle. The mind map was getting bigger and bigger with more pictures of people and places. His colleagues told him he was getting obsessed with this mafia gang, but he just couldn't let it rest when he was getting closer and closer to wiping this scum of his territory. 
• He had to admit though that his life was kind of pathetic right now. He just slept, ate, and worked. He was a young, muscular, and handsome guy with more than enough female attention, but he just couldn't get himself to give a shit about dating or social life. Maybe if his sister would not have died because of Don Lorenzo and his gang he wouldn't care this much. Her death was 10 years ago when Duke was still a boy. They found her body overdosed in an abandoned building and the police said it was suicide. But duke knew that was not true. It all started when she started hanging out with some of the boys from the Romano gang. She started behaving and dressing differently and often stayed out late. His parents never recovered from the loss of their daughter. They now lived a secluded life dedicated to Christ. Duke found his comfort in the promise he made himself to make this poisonous organization pay for what it did.