Made for the mafia boss
The other English man with black hair uttered.
Roberto exchanged looks with Elio, and Elio grinned. “Yes. He is here already.” He pointed to Roberto, and Roberto looked at the white men. “Say something, Roberto,” Elio added, and he nodded.
“I am Roberto Galante, the son of Giovanni Galante,” Roberto uttered, feeling so proud of himself. “He is the head of the Mafia in Italy, it has always been in the family since day zero.” Elio butted in, and Roberto smiled faintly.
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