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ALESSANDRO

Everyone was staying the fuck away from me. It suited me just fine, if only I wasn’t frustrated as fuck.

How hard was it to find a woman roaming Europe with a friend? Apparently too fucking hard.

Massimo, my cousin, happened to be in Italy, so I ordered him to make a stop in Sicily, to find any clues about my wife.

He was one of the rare people that knew her and saw her. And I trusted him not to try to fuck her.

That was two weeks ago! He went to Italy, then went back to Germany. He was due to go back to Italy again to continue.

It has been two long weeks and nothing. He came up with nothing, not a single clue. Like she was a ghost.

“ Don,” my son's voice caught me in the hallway.

I turned around to face him. His eyes were the same shade as mine, our facial features similar too.

He was in his twenties, but my son still looked like he could take over the mafia the last few years have been tough.