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GIOVANNI

My bed feels foreign to me, once upon a time the most beautiful woman used to occupy it, before I messed everything up and did what I knew I would regret for the rest of my life.

As a boy my father instilled the belief in me that nothing else mattered except the Familigia, as the Capo Dei Capo I would prioritize nothing else other than the mob and what was best for it. This was what my life was all about, I was born to a slave mother who never said a word unless she was asked, or encouraged to say so. My father was a fair man in the entrails of our world, he never killed for pleasure or recreation, just when necessary and when he needed to prove his solidarity or the importance of his position and what he held. This made him a very weak man in the eyes of rival familigas.