Goodbye to My Don
Renato Moretti—the true king of a fallen empire—was gone.
His funeral was held with solemn grandeur.
The oldest mafia families in Stonehaven gathered in full black suits, their expressions carved in stone.
Every man bowed his head with silent reverence.
The final chapter of a legacy had closed.
I stood apart from the crowd, no black veil, no bouquet in hand, just a plain white blouse beneath the tree’s quiet shadow, silently saying my goodbye.
By evening, I walked along the far end of Fifth Avenue.
Police sirens, the hum of tires, and the bustle of the city echoed around me.