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Demetri closes the door. The thick wooden boundary separates him from the conversation between father and son.

Leon, the Don told me his plans. I'm sure he'll lay his ideals into you again.

That way, you'll get what it is we're doing here, and how weak and stupid what you're doing is.

When he told me everything, he really was the spitting image of what a don should be.

He was sitting on his couch with a glass of wine on the table in front of him, but it felt like he was seated on a throne.

That was the day I realized Siracusa has become too tame.

We never should've gotten comfortable under her rule, divvying up the spoils she lets us take under the rules she made.

The famiglie ought to bite, tear, fight, and steal for the largest slab of meat, and carve it up as they see fit.

That's what the Don taught me.