At a private Mafia jewelry preview, four-year-old Noah proudly approached his father with a handmade paper flower.
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Chapter 12
We changed how children were discussed inside Lombardi.
No presumptive heirs.
No introducing toddlers as “future” anything.
No strategic marriage talk around them.
Some older capos complained.
“Then how do we plan?”
“You plan around adults.”
They disliked uncertainty.
Good.
Children deserve some.
One capo asked if Noah would inherit my chair.
“He’s four.”
“He won’t always be.”
“Then ask him when he isn’t.”
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Simple.
Apparently revolutionary.
