Being homosexual in the mafia is worthy of death. Anyone who knew would destroy Raoul without a second thought. I could never have imagined it in my life, considering that with me Raoul had never shown anything. He tortured me without mercy when it came to showing power, but now, looking at him, I see truth in Paolo’s words.
My brother breathes unevenly, and his expression worries me, terrifies me.
“Shut up, bastard!”
“Am I lying? You know I am not.”
“I will kill you for this one day. I swear, Paolo.”
“No one told Lorenzo Vitale to do business with the Americans. We end up exporting all kinds of things, you see?” He shrugs in disdain, trivializing every subject in every situation.
“Children!” None of us saw my father arrive. Paolo because he was enjoying himself too much, Raoul becau
