"Oh, Aubrey…" Silas sighed, shaking his head. "You really don't get it, do you?"
"Get what? That you're scared of some kid? That you're willing to bend over and let him take whatever he wants?" His voice was filled with frustration.
Silas tilted his head, studying his son like he was looking at a lost cause.
"Aubrey….Do you think I survived sixty years in this life by being afraid? No. I survived because I knew when to act… and when to sit the fuck down."
"You're acting like he's untouchable, We have Montoya. We have Castillo. We can end this before it even begins."
Silas chuckled again.
"You think Montoya and Castillo are with us?" His voice dropped lower. "You think they'll fight for you?"
Aubrey narrowed his eyes. "What?
"I'm saying that if James Bellini walks through that door. "He pointed at it. "They'll be kneeling right beside you."
"That's bullshit."
Laszlo, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.
"It's not." He said. "Montoya called me this morning."
