I don’t deny it. I never have. My greatest desire is to rise up in the Family and lead it as the don, just like my father did when he took the reins of the De Maggio organization.
This is a moment years—no, lifetimes—in the making. Instantly, my foul mood washes away. I can feel my future like it’s a living thing in my grasp, a horse that I’m finally wrestling under control.
Don Angelo. The words send a thrilling shiver down my spine. Dujar will not slime away so easily when I am in charge. He, his men, and anyone else in this city who draws my ire will suffer for it.
Father is still talking while I ruminate excited, so I catch only the tail end of the last thing he says. “…a wife.”
He tilts his head and stares at me curiously. It is strange to see my eyes in another man’s face, so sim
