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"You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the plan of introducing his family to y'all tonight but you got ahead of yourself and decided to insult him instead but what did he do? He didn't respond to you and you couldn't use your number six to think of the reason he kept mute during your blind accusations. Now this is to everyone here, this is to everyone in this organization, if you are not with our godfather then you are his enemy and we all know what happens to our enemies. If anyone here dares or ever thinks of insulting our godfather for any reason, then let the person get ready to face grave consequences, and with that, I say a big goodnight t

"You've always been a rude little tramp. But at the very least, you shouldn't throw filth onto the Godfather." His fingers began to tighten slowly. I couldn't breathe. "The Godfather went to Mexico to negotiate an arms deal, and you dare spin a lie like this? I need to teach you again what respect means." He sneered, looking at me sideways. I struggled desperately. "Let… go…" Just as I was about to suffocate, a hand suddenly clamped down around Marco's wrist. It was Lorenzo DeAngelis, the Godfather's Consigliere. He was the family's chief legal counsel and most important subordinate.

I was still trying to recover from the shock of the ultrasound result and now this. Dante leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, watching me closely. "Read it. You need to understand why this isn't just about wanting you. it's way bigger than that." I stepped closer and opened the Ledger. The pages were filled with old handwriting, dates, signatures and rules that sounded like they came from a previous century. My fingers traced the line Dominic had pointed to. "Whoever fathers a child first becomes the undisputed mafia lord of the East Coast". I read aloud my voice barely above a whisper.

She replied. “Half brothers?” I asked curiously. “The Godfather had several affairs with different women. The three sons have their own mother's. It is complicated.” She said and that was enough for the day. That piece of information wrecked me. Now I understood why she mentioned the family being complicated. After cleaning up. I changed into a summer dress and comfortable flowers. Pulled my hair into a bun and made my way to join him for breakfast, just as he had instructed. As I approached the table, I noticed about seven men in dark suits and shades. Seated with Matteo. They were quiet but somehow busy with shady business.

I stand next to him. " What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts. One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right.

I said, looking at them, “who handed this ring to me in the first place?” No one answered. “The night the Godfather was attacked, I took two bullets for him. I also led the raid on the traitor’s warehouse that very night. You’re all here today because, over all these years, I’ve protected the books, the routes, and your heads.” I said each word deliberately, then tossed a stack of new files onto the table. They were the extended lists from the Drake case. Each name had amounts, dates, and transaction records next to it.

He looked down at the paper. “NO 2 WAR? That is where Enzo is, right?” Collin asked. I nodded. “I see. And this says Fatucci? Then there’s 45-83-S?” He leaned back in his chair and set the gun on his table. “What could all this mean? Vincent was a clever bastard, still evading me beyond the grave.” He turned to look at me. “Do you know what any of this means?” “No,” I muttered. That was the truth. I’m only just finding out that my father worked for the Mafia. How the hell was I supposed to know what any of this meant?

And then there was Vincenzo. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. He was supposed to be a monster. The ruthless "Godfather" everyone in the underworld whispered about in hushed, terrified tones. But when he looked at Leo, or when he stood in the hallway with his shirt unbuttoned and his eyes tired, he just looked like a man carrying a heavy, invisible weight.

I took heaps of the roasted meat, several thick wedges of bread, and a mountain of fruit until the porcelain nearly groaned under the weight. If I was to be a servant, I would be a well-fed one. I pulled out the chair and sat, the floral fabric of my shirt rustling as I prepared to eat, ignoring the lowly mortal gaze that watched my every move. A soft, melodic chuckle escaped his throat, immediately. "A god with a mortal appetite," he mused, tapping a long finger against the table. "And a petty streak to match." He gestured to the tiny scrap of bread on his plate with a mock sigh. "Tell me, Khyronis. Do you plan to starve your master, or is this your way of telling me you don't know how to s

I said calmly. Don Francesco raised an eyebrow. “You should be asking me what I want in return for the information you’re asking for.” For the first time since I arrived, Don Francesco looked slightly startled. Only for a second. But I saw it. The old man straightened his posture and folded his hands behind his back. “So that’s how it is now,” Don Francesco said slowly. I only smirked. Don Francesco sighed before speaking again. “Alessandro went to see the Godfather today.” My eyes narrowed slightly.