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CHAPTER FIFTY

“This is the third day since I handed you the invite from the Serb, Father... You have said nothing about it to me or to anybody else since then... You've simply kept mute and moved about here, pressurizing the still recovering stripper who you kidnapped, who is the unmistakable cause for this meeting, and you have felt comfortable eating, sleeping, and taking shits like there's nothing wrong, when we all know there's something wrong and a goddam war brewing. I.. No, we... We demand a response from you, Father.”

Gio was done.

Ever since he had shown his father the handwritten note he'd been served by Vlahovic and the rest of the Serbian goons, Don Fabrizio had been stone silent, and now Sensi and Gio had come to interrupt him while he was having a meal of Turkey and a special Italian sauce to go with fries.

He looked at his two sons with disdain and took a sip of the wine he had before him with which he'd been washing down the aforementioned combo before saying:

“You two have no atom
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