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It was a present he received from Leontuzzo on one of his birthdays.

You're welcome to give it a try, but you'll figure out that there's no point now.

He has Signora Sicilia's permission, and Texas stands at his side. The only thing that awaits you is death.

Even if you succeed, Leontuzzo will see it as nothing more than the last gasp of a despicable foe, a death that holds no meaning to anybody.

Then, what should we...?

I want to take revenge for Leontuzzo Bellone's betrayal of the famiglia. What I don't want is a violent personal vendetta.

If he has to die, he should die after seeing what we accomplish.

Of course, I won't go out of my way to stop you either. After all, death is just a consequence of an action.

For each and every one of us, a betrayal is a betrayal.

I understand.

The mafioso shuts the door behind him, and the room falls quiet again.

Demetri closes the drawer, collapses onto the sofa, and lets out a deep sigh.

His hatred is undeniable, and his past only makes him more angry. He tells himself to bear with it.

He closes his eyes.

Leon... It's gotta be me. I'm the one who's gotta do it.