“Queen of La Cosa Nostra. A role you were born for.” “I don’t know about that,” I mumbled, riddled with self-doubt. “I do.” He placed a supportive hand on my shoulder. “You’re beautiful, smart, strong, and best of all, vicious. You’ll have New York eating out of the palm of your hand in no time. Just believe in yourself. Be confident. And I’ll always be here if you need help.” I gave him another hug. “Thank you, Otets.” Father.
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