They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but in Cassie’s case, it was worth a eulogy.  Things did not go as one would have expected that night at the Hurst mansion.  Tempers flared, tears were shed, words were spoken but most of all, feelings were hurt.

 

All the secrets were finally out; five devastating years of holding them in seemed like an eternity. A torture device that now deemed worthy of one man’s execution, that man being, Dominic Mikaelson.

 

Dominic Mikaelson, San Antonio’s most elite Mobster.  The Godfather of southern Texas.  The importer of drugs, stolen guns, and exotic cars.  He is the father of Damon Mikaelson, was the biological father of Sasha Cunningham, the husband of Helen Mikaelson, the grandfather of the first Hurst Grandchild and the alleged murderer of the last three.  The man was responsible for ninety percent of San Antonio’s crime rate.  The other ten percent, you could bet, he had a hand in.  Nothing came in, nor out of southern Texas without his knowing.

 

First responders, hospitals, police, most of the judicial system, and of course, the mayor’s office were all funded by the Mikaelson mob.  For years the Mikaelson name would have people running in fear, but for this family, it meant revenge.