Chris walked over to me with a smirk on his face and handed me a small case that contained "the Godfather's ring' that was previously my father's and his father's, and now mine.
"You did well."
"You think so?" I said as I took the ring out of its case and put it on.
Chris chuckled "I know so."
"You know...someone has to take my place as a dictator."
"Yes, but no one is as good of a dictator as you were."
"Falsehood," I said bluntly.
"Oh?" he looked a little confused.
"Chris, I want you to replace me as dictator."
Chris stared at me for a moment before laughing, "you're joking right? It can only be a direct family that can fill the leader's positions."
"Yes, but as you can see," I gestured to the paintings of my father and grandfather on the wall behind me, "I have no direct family left. You are the closest person I have to family Chris, I see you as my brother, you always help me through tough situations and I trust you with my life. So please, become a dictator and help me lead these people. I can't do it on my own." I tried not to sound too pleading, but he already knew that I wouldn't stop till he took the position.
Chris sighed "in that case, I will endeavor to do my best to help you lead the Nikieveroffs"
I smiled widely, "I think you will do great."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
YOU ARE READING
The Godfather
Художественная прозаGodfather of the Nekieveroff gang, Feliks Nekeiveroff is dead. His daughter Anya must rise up and take his place. But how will she handle having to balance the responsibilities of running a Mafia gang, and her school life?
