Alfredo Petra hugged his coat around his body immediately after he climbed out of his car in Don's Manor,
He looked up at the sky, seeing it darken, and knowing the rain was about to come down in torrents, he hurried up to the terrace in Don's Manor.
Whatever the reason for Don's calling him over when he could have just sent a message, Was.... unnerving.
It had to be good. For years he had been loyal to the godfather and now to his sons, who were even more ruthless than him.
Going as far as to lay low as an underdog during the investigation of the president's son's death, taking all leads in the wrong direction so they didn't point to Don's sister.
It seemed his hard work had finally paid off, and soon he would be second in rank, next to the Don. All it took was Don saying it.
He sighed in happiness, removing his hat and holding it in his hands as he walked through the hallway with Don's men escorting him to their boss, each at his side, in black suits and holding a gun.
It seemed like
