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What’s it’s going to be?

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Angelo’s POV

The heavy doors shut behind us, sealing the room like a tomb. The air inside was thick with cigarette smoke and strong cologne. I took a seat beside my father at the long mahogany table. Across from us were the heads of the remaining families—Savio, Vitale, Russo, and Bellini—each with their own advisors lurking in the shadows, the only ones privy to conversations in a closed-door meeting.

I didn’t say a word because they weren’t talking to me.

“Does he have the stomach for it?” Don Russo asked, his voice thick with skepticism. “He’s always been the quiet one.”

“He buried Cruz without blinking,” Bellini added.

“He’s his mother’s son,” Vitale muttered, as if that were a flaw.

All of them talked around me. Like I was a vase in the room. My father leaned back, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He didn’t defend me, he didn’t need to. He just let them exhaust their doubts.
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