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Chapter 21

Author: Jedidiah
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-17 16:01:14

VICENZO’S POV

I watched my father limp towards Don Ricci and watched as they clasped each other’s backs in a hug. They were friends. It was as simple as that. The Moretti House owed its loyalty to the Riccis and vice Vera’s.

“These legs don’t make me move so much anymore, my friend but I hear everything, nothing bad with my hearing,” my father was saying.

“Ah, Alessio, always eager to talk business. Relax! We’re family or soon to be,” Don Ricci said with a short laugh as he winked at me.

My father laughed too but I said nothing and we sat in silence as my mind wandered back to that day I had found my father lying on the cold floor. The day he had lost the use of one leg and I thought of everything that day had made me become. It was in this room that smelled like old leather and older whiskey. The kind of room built to remind you what men like my father were made of with its marble floors and the ornate carvings on the walls.

My father and Don Ricci had been talking at length but I
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