W

a fur on a cat.It was always there,

een

art.The only thing that could calm him down was the death of another,but

blood all over the floor.He punched him even harder,se

no one,especially not t

ally the one that they begged to stop not Alessandro.Alessandro hardly did the killing himself unless he was r

the man on the ground until his cries of mercy

to betrayal and this man,who was

gripping his throat.He punches him hard again.This t

lay mo

boots against his face and began kicking frantically.It se

brain matter lay on the

n the floor,u

ssandro leave the man whose head had de

ards his underboss. "

o no

nt.Although Marco was half Italian and half American,he had always pledged his loyalty to Alessandro

lking down through the hallway of

York city.He had been raised to be ruthless and cold-hearted.Raised

w it was Alessandro's turn to instill fear in the hearts of many.The people worshipped him.They

sinos,political connection and companies to him,Alessandro had built more of his

ess,so he had grown without a heart.At ten,he had already killed a

been rumoured that he would normally ship the head or a body

the Don

ll now,he had felt a soft spot

murdered in cold bl

that kept him g

nni C

e man who had murdered his mother.Anger and fury

t he was going to destroy Giovan

k a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a g

t that Giovanni had

whom he had been

e mafia world because not a single soul had known of her ex

as hi

her p

sn't her father,she was goin

uciano who was one of his men was also his cousin

traight to the point.Anyone who knew Lucia

a cigarette from the pack where it lay and lit

her?" Luciano asked.He knew the pattern.Anyone who was

es dark and the aura around him

think we should kill her. And I've h

t of place.He needed to torture the hell out of her.She had to feel hi

ll

torture and not

the cigarette st

ve a weddin