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“Marco, isn’t this the same address as Don Roberto’s estate?” I asked, showing him. In all our research on Don Roberto, not that there was a lot, showed he was the head of the Italian Mafia. He was the Don of all Dons. Rumor had it he was given the title after he took out the heads of the other families for some slight that had happened over thirty years ago. I didn’t buy it, no way one man could do all that.
We knew he was married and had two children, both female. Drake had decided to target Roberto after some pillow talk with a widow. We were at an event conning rich women out of their allowances to help with our lifestyle. For years, Drake, Marco and I have worked our charm on married women. Mina used her charms on the married men. We made a lot of friends that weren’t exac
