Beneath the Don’s Control
I didn't bring any of my bodyguards this time.
Being mafia came with its price. I received threats regularly—sometimes subtle, sometimes violent, but always expected.
I had rivals—we could be allies but after finding out what Franco did.
Dad was right.
Because even someone like Franco, whom I trusted, could betray me...what more my enemies?
I trusted no one. Not anymore.
That was my father's first and last lesson to me as a child:
"Anyone can turn against you. Even those you call your best friend, your family, or your only ally," he had said, his hair had turned grey, his voice frail, and body broken.
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