The Return of the Mafia Don

e marble halls. Waiters carried trays of champagne, delicate hors d'oeuvres, and sparkling desserts. Rich guests in e

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, charming, smart, and respected. Tonight was a celebration of his youth, power, and future. The g

n become his wife. She wore a long, red satin gown, her dark curls pinned back, her eyes only for him.

or you," Hermosa sa

lready given me the bes

her small velvet purse. "This o

held a charm in the shape of a lion, the Gordonis family symbol, but carved into

asn't a man who cried, but in that moment, he felt som

thing to me," s

microphone from the stand near the center of the g

ong and full of pride. "I know this isn't just my birthday. It

clapped

nd up. He taught me that power is nothing without loyalty, and

er hair and a firm jaw, nodded pr

glass. "May we grow stronger togethe

heir glasses. Che

mpagne glasses began... the sound o

dden. Un

the gates. Police cars sped onto the estate lawn. Officers in black unif

is glass halfw

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r called out, holding a file in o

d firmly, ste

or embezzlement, fraud

den wen

died. Even the wind se

disbelief. "This

ing. "Turn around, sir.

red, stepping forwar

is guests. His fr

id, his voice louder now.

officers, Tom

half-b

id, lifting a USB drive. "The files were hidden under Andre's private account.

hem to the

"You've always been jealous. You w

ice," Tom re

d but stumbled. His hand gripped

dre shout

ino co

r face. But Tom was faster. He knelt beside his father, placed a han

, Valentino Go

't have ti

led him back. "M

shouted. "I need to

right to rem

!" Andre yelled. "He

r eyes locked on his, fu

grabbed Tom's arm, her lips moving fast. From where he stoo

broke in

wn br

own

was fight

the police car, Andr

still stan

mo

spea

sing af

crying

side blurred as the car drove away,

en son h

trusted most... ha