My Death Drove the Don Insane
I floated in mid-air, staring at the gooey, lumpy mess that was once my body—though it could hardly be called that anymore.
Rotting flesh clung to the skeleton like damp, dark soil, mixing with the coal dust around. An absolutely nauseating stench was coming from it, enough to make one gag.
Even I couldn't tell that this used to be the Francesca Marino who once dominated the underworld.
"Don Costa, why have you come personally?"
The one who spoke was Matteo Costa's right-hand man and the Underboss of the family, Paolo Torento. His face was twisted into a disgusted grimace as he pinched his nose shut.