For the last week, Arcangelo had been doing nothing more than meeting with various Mafia bosses, attending various functions and dealing with all the calls from Vincent. He hardly slept 3 hours every night and he was completely drained. His head hurt, he felt lethargic and he wanted nothing more than to sleep. However, that wasn't a possibility, given the fact that it was his last few hours and before leaving he had to go to a brunch with Gambino before he would be heading off to the airport.
The brunch was filled with chatter on Gambino's part, constantly telling his son what it means to be a Mafia boss and giving Arcangelo as a prime example. Although, he noticed that the kid was terrified. By simply sitting in Arcangelo's general vicinity, the 15-year-old boy was shaking.
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