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I didn't realize that this problem was that big, that there were more dangerous things beyond everything I knew that concerned my world.

"Does everyone... in the mafia know me?" I asked.

Vito leaned back in his chair and nodded. "You've been the object of several conversations. But the Cosa Nostra protects you from everything. You're untouchable by people who intend to do bad things to you."

I swallowed, staring blankly at the sponge cake on the table. "How come I just found out about this?"

All I knew so far was that my father stayed away from my grandfather because he didn't agree with my parent's marriage and that my mother wasn't born rich. But now, another reality was more dangerous and nightmare-like.

"Everyone was intent on keeping everything from you because granpa thought you'd rebel and run away. Do more than your father."

"Dad should have taken us away from the United States or Europe." I muttered, feeling pain in my chest.

"You can't run away from him. Your father realized