Chapter 32 - Father's Footsteps

Vincenzo

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Vincenzo Capone - Thirteen Year Old.

I was just thirteen years old, but I had already learned that in the world of the Chicago Outfit, innocence was a luxury few could afford.

My father, Salvatore Capone, was a powerful man, a figure to be reckoned with in the criminal underworld. A man whose name sent shivers down the spines of his rivals.

As his firstborn son, I was destined to inherit not just his name but also the responsibilities and rules that came with it.

Within the complex web of our criminal empire, there was no room for errors. I was being groomed to become the future face of the Capone dynasty, a role that demanded a firm commitment to ruthless efficiency, cunning strategy, raw power, and surgical precision. The path I was on was of darkness, where sentimentality had no place, and emotions were discarded like expendable assets.

My daily routine was far from typical for a thirteen-year-old. While other kids my age worried about school, friends, and ga