𝕴. 𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓶

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   January 1st, 1987, is the day a once merciful man made the biggest mistake of his life.

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"Adriano!" the voice boomed through the corridors like thunder on a quiet night.

The same voice spoke again, "È un'emergenza!"

The last thing the mafia leader needed was another issue, "What is it now?" he asks calmly.

"The Berlusconi family is demanding a ransom, sir...for they have taken your mother." the voice says now stepping into view. It was one of his pitiful servants who was speaking.

Adriano arises from his throne and adjusts his luscious, thick, black hair.

He sighs with a small smirk, "So they've decided to take Mamma, eh?"

Adriano's strong Italian accent would run shivers down your spine if you heard it.

"Invite them over for dinner...we'll have a discussion." he says as he walks out of the room.

The servant stands in the room shocked at how dry of a reaction Adriano had, "You would think he'd be in despair." he whispers.

Adriano's heavy footsteps were still heard as he marched down the stairs.



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