MAFIA RULES
His face expressionless.
"Hmm yeah, that. I hear every family has one" still holding my gaze, he pushes up, walking behind the desk that dominates the room lowering himself to the chair, form the desk then spins around. I hear the beep of keypads and a soft click then in a few steps, he is seated in front of me again.
Dangling from his fingertips is a worn-out brown book, or at least it used to be brown.
"This is a copy of the mafia rules, the original one written by Salvatore himself is in Italy with the other family chronicles" I nod my head even if I had no idea what that means.
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