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They didn’t play nice. As soon as they arrived at Josh Lingus and Caitlan Downs’ residence, they bust the front door down with a battering ram. Josh, who was seated on the sofa, immediately grabbed his gun and attempted to fire. But Teddy fired first and took him out. Mick finished him off.

Then Caitlan, who was in the kitchen, quickly ran out of the kitchen and began running down the hall.

“There she is!” Nikki said as she, Teddy, and Mick took off down the hall too.

But as soon as Caitlan made it the door of the room at the end of the hall, presumably the master bedroom, a gunshot blast sounded that hit Caitlan in her stomach so violently that she sailed backwards.

“Shit!” Teddy said as he pulled Nikki back and they and Mick took cover in one of the side rooms. They wait for more shots to come, but none came. Mick and Teddy look at each other.

“We’re going in,” Teddy whisper to Nikki. “Cover us.”

Nikki nodded. But when Teddy looked toward the front of the hall and saw Marco and the Gabrinis heading their way, he waved for them to wait. They could be the backup if all went wrong. Marco nodded. And then Teddy and Mick gingerly made their way to the open door at the end of the hall.

Teddy moved to the left side, and Mick moved to the right side with their guns ready to fire. Teddy used his fingers to make the count. And on three, they moved into position, with Teddy stooped down and Mick standing upright.

But when they jumped into the doorway ready to shoot, all they saw was an old man in a wheelchair with a shotgun sitting across his lap.

“Drop it!” Teddy yelled out as Mick looked around to make sure nobody else was in that room. “Drop it, old man, drop it!”

“You don’t have to yell. I’m not deaf.” Then the old man tossed the shotgun onto the bed. “She wasn’t worth the bullet anyway.”

When the others saw that Teddy and Mick had taken control of the room, Reno and Sal checked the remaining rooms and everywhere in the house just in case. But Nikki and Marco made their way toward the room at the end of the hall too.

“Who are you?” Teddy asked the old man.

“Whoever you want me to be.”

“I don’t want your ass to be anything. I just wanna know what your involvement was with Josh Lingus and Caitlan Downs.”

“They work for me.”

Mick stared at him. “For you? Who the fuck are you?”

But when Nikki and Marco made it into the room, too, Marco stopped in his tracks. “ Poppi ?”

They all looked at Marco. “You know him?” Teddy asked.

“That’s Ma’s great granddad. I told you about him.”

Teddy was floored. He looked at the old man. “You’re Dee’s grandfather?”

“Who’s Dee?” Mick asked.

“My mother Delores,” said Marco. “She’s dead.”

“He killed her,” said the old man. “She ain’t deceased by her own will. Teddy Sinatra killed her.”

“How many times I had to tell you Poppi that that’s not true. One of his capos at the time killed Ma when she tried to kill my dad’s child. My dad didn’t pull that trigger.”

“That’s what you say.”

“That’s what I know, Poppi. Ma shot me, remember? I was there!”

But the old man began coughing. It was obvious he was a very frail, very sick individual. “Teddy was the reason she died. What difference does it make who pulled the trigger?”

It made every difference in the world to Marco.

“Are you saying you were behind everything that happened?” Mick asked. “You tried to kill my children, and killed over forty of my men, and three more in that fake-suicide shit, because you thought my son killed your granddaughter?”

“I didn’t think nothing. I know he did it. She would still be alive if it wasn’t for him. If it wasn’t for you,” he added, looking Teddy dead in the eyes. “That’s why I was willing to spend every dime of my considerable fortune to see it through. I found the greedy folks. That dock supervisor. That mobster who wants to take over his daddy’s syndicate but Teddy T was standing in his way. The mob boss that had bad debts he had to pay, and also couldn’t stand the sight of you either. And they recruited the rest. But I bankrolled it all. Them doctors gave me three weeks to live three weeks ago. I wasn’t dying until I destroyed you first.”

“Apparently your plan didn’t work because I’m still here,” Teddy said.

“That’s what you think,” the old man said. “This whole house is about to go up right along with you.”

When he said those words they all stiffened. Then the old man lifted his hand and they realized a tiny remote control was in it and his thumb was on the button. “Every one of you Sinatras are going to die! Everybody’s dead!” he yelled as he was pressing the button.

As soon as he said those words and was pressing that button, Teddy pushed Nikki and Marco out of the room, and Mick shoved Teddy out of the room, and they all began running up the hall. They ran so fast they were all on the verge of stumbling over each other.

But by the time they made it up front, they realized something remarkable. The house was still standing. That bedroom was still intact. They were still standing.

“Didn’t he press that button?” Teddy said.

“He absolutely did,” said Nikki.

“He might have pressed it,” Reno said as he and Sal came in from the room on the other side of the house. “But his stupid ass had an electrical bomb. It was plugged in and hooked to the wi-fi. We found it and unplugged it before he pressed that button.”

Nikki’s knees buckled, and Mick knelt down, as all of them attempted to regain composure. They thought for certain they were in the kind of trouble they weren’t going to be able to get out of.

But then they realized the mastermind was still alive too.

“Everybody wait outside just in case he has another trick up his sleeves,” Teddy said as they all began moving outside. “You too, Nikki,” Teddy said as he grabbed her and turned her away from the hall. She left, but reluctantly.

But when Teddy tried to turn Marco away, Marco refused. “That’s my great grandfather. He was willing to blow me to smithereens too. No way am I sitting this one out.”

Teddy and Mick looked at him. Then they tacitly agreed, and all three Sinatras made their way back down that hall, their guns drawn.

“He’s still got that shotgun,” Mick said. “Remember that.”

But as soon as they got to the door, the old man was in tears with that shotgun in his hands. He cocked it, ready to fire, but before he could get a shot off, Teddy, Mick, and Marco started firing. They all took him out. They all made certain that his kind of hate wasn’t coming anywhere near their family again.

Marco stared as the old man fell from his wheelchair dead. But he didn’t feel anything for him but shame. All that carnage, all that pain, because of misinformation. Because of believing a lie and sticking to it. And all for what? Somebody that didn’t give a damn about him anyway? Because Marco knew she didn’t. She didn’t give a damn about her own son, why would she give a damn about him?

He knelt down, tired of this shit, and dropped his weapon too.