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Tommy stared at the men around him, more specifically, the crew of Nickolai. A diverse, yet cohesive group of mostly young people who didn't fuck around when it came to snitches. Tommy watched as another man, a bit younger than himself, came around the corner, closing a cellphone. Tommy raised an eyebrow, the man was nervous, and sweating. But, he was relatively new, so it was understandable.

"You make the call?" Tommy asked in a rigid, bare tone.

"Yeah..." The other man, Frankie, replied, handing Tommy the cell phone.

Tommy tucked it away, hoping Nickolai got their message soon. It wasn't that they couldn't keep the rat bastard snitch restrained, that was no problem. It was the location. The pier wasn't the most ideal location, with it seeing a decent amount of activity. Luckily, Tommy and the rest of the crew had found a secluded location far off to the right. There was much less activity, and they found a nice, cozy spot under a boardwalk to house their little informant.

Despite Tommy's anger and hate at the thought of an informant being only several feet away, he kept himself restrained....for the most part. He knew that their boss, Nickolai, would want to handle this personally, with the tension between him and Nicodemus growing more and more each day. It was hard to watch two brothers first drift apart, but then each realizing each other as the heir to their father's virtually untouchable empire, but Tommy stood in support of the rightful man who should assume control over what Leonardo had built, as did each man at the Pier, they were Nickolai's crew, ready to defend themselves and die at Nickolai's command.

Tommy smirked as he brought up a cigarette to his lips, motioning for one of the other men to hand him a lighter.

He almost felt bad for the informant if they were working for Nicodemus, there was no telling what Nickolai would do.