Meanwhile, the Mafia godfather, Roger sat in an elegantly decorated hall streaming with music and alcoholic scent, with other Mafias in the city. It was his birthday party and a big one at that, because it was his first officially celebrated birthday. He had never thought of a celebration but the Junior Mafias had forced it on him. Then, his phone beeped, he just got a text message. He attempted to take his phone off from his pocket but then, someone stopped him. Godfather Roger, a muscular man with a cigarette in his mouth bowed slightly. It was, his second in command, Kevon. "How are you enjoying the party," he inquired. "Well, I must say that I am thrilled," Roger lied. He didn't want to be here, parties for him were for babies. And men like him were needed that the forefront of the city where a lot of things happen. In the dark areas where even the security agents were afraid to explore. But here he was, partying like a little child. "It's time for the presentation of gi
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