Page 36 of My Mafia King

Back then, I didn’t have any special thoughts about my future.

As a mafia guy, I learned to live in the moment and never plan for a future that might never come.

I also learned how not to live in fear of losing everything, my life included.

Any mobster worth his salt would say the same thing.

Our power comes from fearlessness. Not submitting to the fear of losing our lives is what separates us from the rest.

Some of us live.

Some of us die.

Some of us grow old and get to tell our stories.

And some of us only get to see our kids when they are babies.

Whatever life has in store for us, we worship the power bestowed on us, and nothing stops us.

No man.

No fear.

And for sure, not the promise of a future.

But one thing we have, though.

And I had it, too.

I wouldn’t have let that happen.

I wouldn’t have waited to get picked up at my house and witness the execution of my family.

Like it happened in her case.

The people who did that to her would’ve been dead before they touched her.

I would’ve made them regret the day that they were born.

This is how I ran my business back then.

And this is how I run it now.

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DAMASO

I barely walk outof the event room, where Carmina Leto indulges in her food when Vito and Gianni tear away from the cushy armchairs in the hallway and head my way.

“How was it, Boss?”

“Fuck you, Gianni. That’s how it was.”

He grins and winks at Vito while I run my fingers through my hair, smiling, still walking, not stopping to chat with them.

At once, they spin around and follow me.

“Where is the motherfucker who was supposed to interview this woman?”

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