Seeing the malice on their faces, I couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh.Five years ago, the Corleone family was just another nickel-and-dime street crew, getting squeezed by the big players until they had nowhere left to run.On a rainy night, Henry, covered in blood, knelt before me, grabbing the hem of my coat and begging me to help him.He swore, red-eyed, that if I became his consigliere, he'd give me half of whatever empire he built.Now, the turf was secure, the empire was built, and he was terrified I had too much power.He’d rather trust a silver-tongued liar like Lucy, someone he could control, than the partner who’d built it all with him from scratch.It’s always the same story with greedy men in power.“I’ll give you my things. But if you or your goons lay a hand on me, Henry, I can burn this whole place down with you in it. And you know damn well I’m capable of it.”I stared at him, all the old deference gone from my voice.Henry’s expression shifted. After all the
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