Chapter 83 - Loyalty

Vincenzo

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Vincenzo Capone - Fifteen years old.

Covered in their filthy blood, I stood before my father, glaring right into his eyes. We were both alone in his study at home. He hadn't said a word to me since the initiation ceremony, no one had really talked to me. I could see the fear in everyone's eyes. I killed my own uncle ruthlessly, a move that struck terror into the loyal men but also earned a twisted form of respect. In the Outfit, justice remained impartial, even when it came to one of our own.

My father, the head of the family, finally broke the silence, his voice resonating with authority. "We both know your mother's death was a tragic accident, not a deliberate murder. Amber and Elio weren't even in the house when it happened."

I couldn't help but smile, a hint of defiance in my expression. "Because they were too busy fucking around in your marital bed that you shared with my mother."

Dad's jaw clenched, and he demanded, "For how long has this been going on?"

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