“I can think of no other person, with every right to lead this family, than Sergio Carianno,” Ricardo said.
Sergio couldn’t conceal the smile that formed on his lips, “Consigliere, you flatter me...”
“Yes,” Moretti chirped in, “You were Don’s nephew, he had no son to succeed him, you’re next in line.”
Scar beamed with smiles as they all came to an agreement, he was glowering with pride when he walked up to the chair at the head of the table and sat on it, “To honor Don Carianno’s memory, I’ll bring Ghost’s head before you on this table, I will desecrate his body on the streets of Sicily and even in death I will not show him mercy, I will not show him the mercy he showed Don Carianno...” He outstretched his hand.
One of his men walked up to him and handed him a dagger.
He took it and c
