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I hate those kinds of gatherings: after a funeral, what the family really needs is silence and time. Time to digest the loss. And this was no or

ger to us nor just a figure of authority: he was my father's cousin... our uncle. The letter had arrived days ago,

peace, and may his sons find the strength to

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e in, go

from me and rests h

back in his chair. "Your father asked me to back you. Your mother is no longer here, and you don't carry that burden. I'm 90% sure they will choose you, but the others

d. Those son

o you s

e young man,' but not very committed. You know perfectly well they'll try to hit you whe

up and

ing with the vote is about to start. I try not to think about it, but I

io, and Luca enter the o

ose unhappy with my leadership will push for a

peaks or interrup

io sugg

the business."

t expect him to speak.

study at the best university and be a doc

ee. They'll go for Alessio or Fabio. Because you're the

but look at me. I know those lo

e any of you. I only as

that," Alessio says firm

stionable as long as I can remember. He was always the rebel, the

o longer a kid, although sometimes we treat him like one. He has t

being our brother, that will never change. But regarding the organization, the fa

t doesn't

. This life was never for me. Her

oes too. I feel everyone's ey

made hi

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the

t," he says, di

one and settles into this space of his used for thinking, we al

w capo. I'm tired. Your mother doesn't give me a break, a

es my

itch you crossed paths with and left children al

here for

nt me to find you

take my place. Of all my child

his pride and cleaned up my brothers' messes. The one who

dicate. Are y

me without looking. "They put a hit on me. And I'd rather die with

t. I und

blood won't be forgotten. If you want respect, if you want t

s empties slowly. When he lowers it, he stares at the empty crystal, as if waiting for the liquid to return o

ed on his glass,

if I hide it, it's obvious I'm not up

lies accumulated, the betrayals. The body remains, but the man is gone. I look at hi

me, nor his idea of power. In the Camorra, it's not just about inheritance, power is taken. And I, unlike him, am not a coward. What the Gravano nee

t here, in Brooklyn, things are different. What matters is respect, reputation, and opportunities. And my

on

lose the door behind me, and w