SILVA’s POV
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
I looked up at the sky and shook my head. I think it's going to rain. Such annoying weather.
“Silva, tell me who is going to take the crown then? Do I have more chances than that bastard?”
He exclaimed, his voice cold.
“Well, the votes will determine that, but for now I have my doubts about you winning”
“Why? Tell me why! I will kill anyone who is against my reign”
“Easy now tiger, easy. The Don Corleone holds the final say. And I am sure you know by now that he hates your guts, right? So why not lay low for a while and not cause any more trouble, huh?”
He growled on the phone and I could picture his cold arrogant eyes in his voice.
“Fine, I will wait. I was planning on going for a little vacation. To visit an old friend, but I guess that will be af
