Ignazio
I wrapped my arm around Danica’s waist, as she sat there on my lap.
When my men walked in, I could feel her immediately tensed up.
I tightened my arms, trying to remind her that I was there with her.
“Bella mia, it’s alright.” I whispered into her ear.
Her body relaxed a little, and she absentmindedly patted my arms that were around her while she continued to look straight ahead, watching as the men poured in.
I have a total of one thousand and twenty-five mafia men. That’s how we address our associates who are under the club's protection and direction, and they remit their shares of illegal proceeds to the made superior, which is me.
But, the made members who have the right to sit on this round table are only fifteen members. They include myself, Romano, my consiglie
