128. Came to the Den

Cedric’s heart pounded louder than usual as his ears heard approaching footsteps from the first floor. He gulped his nervousness and took a deep breath, which would probably be his last. Accompanied by his group of armed men, the teenage mafia son reached for his own weapon of choice: Smith & Wesson .44 Caliber, gifted from Gerald for his eighteenth birthday last month. He peered from the wall and saw Virginia lead his uncles to come upstairs. Behind them, he saw tens of capos tailing, waiting for the mafia heir’s demise.

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The unlikely pair of stepmother and stepson exchanged glances, signaling the impending doom that would arrive any second now. Deciding that his time lurking in the shadows had done, Cedric stepped out into the light, revealing his presence to the essential figures in the mafia family’s history.

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“There you are, my dearest, one and only nephew,” Miller sneered upon noticing his nephew already greeted them with sharp yet less menacing eyes than his father’s.

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“I’ve