His Docile Mafia Princess
He wanted Father dead too, he was glad to see him go, the man smiled at his dead body.
“Don't point with stained fingers,” I glare, the pot can't call the kettle black.
“She's a girl a woman,” Aunt Veseria says. “She can't be Don, she doesn't have the slightest idea how to rule.”
“She has more than an idea,” Mr Corazon tells her, he seems ready to defend me from everyone despite their jabs and defiance. “The Don knows why he chose her and he kept record: proof, evidence, everything needed to ensure that she gets everything. Even the twenty-five per cent left to be shared among you all comes with rules, she chooses what you get.”
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