I search for Stella Lombardi and find a pretty girl who flew all the way from New York to see a concert in the SoFi Stadium in Inglewood. She's got a couple of pictures of her posing with a group of young Asian men who… are prettier than her.
"She's not bad-looking," I tell my brother. "Long, thin Roman nose. She was just here in town a couple of weeks ago to see that Korean boy band in concert."
"One of our drivers has two teenage daughters and was just complaining about spending seven hundred bucks on tickets and backstage passes for the girls."
"Good Lord, what a racket. No, bro, I'm not marrying anyone who saves up her babysitting money for concert tickets to see a boy band."
"Tony ain't seeing anyone, yeah? He break up with that French broad? What's he up to today?"
"I sent him to Pasadena and Alhambra to get Tyrone and Manny. Hoping they have enough pull to help stop this potential bloodbath in Arcadia."
"You sent a boy to do a man's job?"
I chuckle. "He has to grow up sometime. Good luck trying to convince that bambino to go out with the Lombardi girl. This one ain't flashy enough for him."
My older brother groans. "Why can't you two make my job easy for once and just do what I ask? Speaking of easy, did the Odessa boys make contact yet?"
I pop open my bottle of antacid and shake two more tablets onto my palm. "Don't fucking remind me. And don't ask me about that punk-ass motorcycle gang forming in Eagle Rock, either.”
"You want me to pay them a visit?" he asks in his fake movie mobster voice.
"Do what you gotta do. Just drive these Hell's Angels wannabes out my fucking town."