Heaven Venezia:-
Giuseppe Conti tilted back his chair and with the solemn gaze of dark brown eyes silently observed me. The room almost puffed out its cheeks listening to him; his voice was very even, but with a definite undertone of doubt.
"Donna Venezia, please, with all of due respect, the world we have known for many a year has belonged to men in every sense of the word. Why do you think you can ever comes near the traditions set before centuries? Italian mafia has always been ran by man, a tradition running for centuries, and yet you think you can run by being the Donna of it? Why? I still think it should be ran by a Don. Not a Donna."
I looked straight into his eyes – I did not back down. My head lifted a little higher and some level of satisfaction showed on my face with a gentl
