{Mac Allister}
The next morning :
I lay there on my bed, still in a state of undress,
Madame Beatrice stormed into my room, her anger palpable.
"How dare you choose a new consigliere without my consent?"
"You even invited Fico, Clementine and the other Dons, excluding Tommy."
"Why are you creating more enemies for us?" She sat beside me on my bed.
Her words cut through the silence, accusing me of choosing a new consigliere without her consent and disregarding the acknowledgement of Tommy and the other Dons.
I sat up, my defences rising instinctively. "We don't need to rely solely on Tommy for our business dealings," I countered, trying to justify my decisions. "We have our resources and relationships with the other Dons. We are neighbours, after all."
Madame Beatrice scoffed, her
