“Sergio Mendes,” Alexander said, a hint of fondness in his tone as he remembered his old friend. They hadn’t seen ewch other since they both graduated from highschool and went their separate ways. He was an American man with Italian descent and his parents made him school in Italy so he could learn more about their family’s culture. The boy had been the top student, Alexander was the only person who was above him in the rankings. Sergio’s father was the head of one of the biggest mobs in the USA, he was raised in a similar to Alexander and that was probably why they both got along so much. “How nice to hear from you after so long,” There came a low chuckle from the other line, “I’ll have to admit, it’s creepy that you recognized my voice right away,” Alexander smiled, “You know how my memory is, I never forget a face or voice,” Sergio laughed and there was a but of shuffling in the background then the giggles of women. “I heard you’ve become the Don of the Guerriero family, fi
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