Chapter 7 - THE MAFIA BOSS WHO COULDN'T SLEEP
I found Vincent in the kitchen at two in the morning.
He stood beside the window, holding a cup of coffee.
“Can't sleep?” I asked.
He turned.
“Apparently neither can you.”
I smiled faintly.
He pulled out a chair.
“Tea?”
I nodded.
For a while, we sat quietly.
Then I asked, “Do you ever get tired?”
He looked at me.
“Of what?”
“Being the man everyone fears.”
His expression changed.
“Every day.”
I stared.
He continued, “Fear is useful until it becomes the only thing people feel around you.”
I looked down.
“Are you afraid of anything?”
He hesitated.
Then answered.
“Becoming my father.”
I looked up.
Vincent smiled sadly.
“He built an empire. But he destroyed everyone who loved him.”
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For the first time, I saw the loneliness behind Vincent Moretti's power.
And for the first time, I wanted to know the man beneath the reputation.
