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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Penulis: MARAH LYNN
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-17 10:56:04

The Don of the Rizzuto family sat silently at the back of a store in little Italy. He held his thick Cuban cigar to his lips taking in long draws then exhaling the bitter smoke slowly.

He normally would not meet with his NYPD informant John O'Connor, but today he was feeling daring and adventurous. It had been a while since he had left his mansion and mingled with what he would describe as, the commoners in New York City.

John sipped on his cappuccino and waited for the Don to address him, he would not dare instigate a conversation with the Don, he knew better than that. The Don cleared his throat and whispered something to his consigliere before turning his attention to John.

"Allora (So)... You have been watching the girl I hear?"

"Rosalia yes" John replied politely taking another nervous sip and wiping his mouth with a napkin. "When she left with Giovanni that night I thought it would be best to keep tabs on her"

"And?

"And it doesn't seem to be working out for her and Gi
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