The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Charlie’s intensity and cool demeanor sent shivers down Antonio’s spine. Charlie’s words only heightened his fear, he understood that Charlie’s decision to spare him for now hung on the whims of his mood.

Overwhelmed, Antonio broke into tears and implored Charlie, “Mr. Wade, today was just a minor misunderstanding. You’ve already taken a heavy toll by breaking my knee. Please consider my sincerity. I admit my mistake…”

Charlie smirked, “Look at you, crying like this. A Sicilian man shouldn’t shed tears. Especially not in front of his daughter. Are you honoring the Sicilian code?”

Suddenly, Antonio felt a profound shame.

Despite his frequent championing of Sicilian values, when faced with a loaded gun and the threat of death, he found himself begging Charlie for mercy.

At this moment, survival was paramount. Antonio would have gladly run pantless through Manhattan or circled Central Park three times if it meant Charlie spared him.

Few accomplished individuals in any field were truly unafraid of death. Despite Antonio’s rise through the ranks, he was not as fearless as his youth would suggest.

In his early days, Antonio was like many fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds, impoverished and unfamiliar with prosperity. He couldn’t even afford a cab to his hits. A bus ride, machete on his back, fare dodging, that was his reality.

He hadn’t grasped the value of life then. It was a bus ride to carry out killings while alive, and a brief stint in an ambulance if he met his end. But as he clawed his way up to become the reigning mafia kingpin of New York, his fear of death grew.

His courage only surged when victory was absolute. Just ten minutes ago, Charlie seemed inconsequential, an ant to be crushed without hesitation.

Yet, now, at a dire disadvantage, his courage vanished.

In a desperate bid for survival, Antonio stammered, “Mr. Wade, if you’re still dissatisfied, I’m willing to compensate you with five million dollars. It’s a small gesture…”

Jagoan’s smile was wry. He queried, “Antonio, how much do you really have?”

avoiding Jagoan’s gaze, and said, “I… I… I probably have tens of

it against Antonio’s cheek, sneering,

corrected himself, “No, no… I misspoke… I probably have

added, “But mostly

ear. The jolt left Antonio’s right ear ringing. Whether from the gunshot or other factors, it felt numb, until warmth trickled down his cheek. He was horrified to discover his right

Beretta 92SF was a prized possession of the Italian Mafia. Its power was formidable, though it hadn’t pierced Antonio’s ear, it

cried, shielding her father’s ears with trembling hands. She confronted Jagoan, incensed, “Are

a fascist. Your father, this great Sicilian man, might have ties to

who first sought to end my life. You saw it, he

To some extent, it was his own

back to Antonio, “Will you tell the truth, or continue with

tell the truth… I have over 2 billion in assets. Roughly a quarter in real estate, a quarter in fixed assets, another quarter in various forms of cash, deposits, stocks and trusts and the rest from drug

“Only two billion? Why the secrecy? Are you afraid

head, blurting, “No, no, that’s

Chinatown. A gang, the Burning Angels, extorts three

me…” Antonio attempted to defend himself, but it dawned on him

knew of his ties to the Burning

and here I am, half an hour late. Antonio might

Jagoan’s front

he’d be shot thrice, Antonio refrained from provoking further. He confessed, “Mr. Jagoan… I’ll tell you the truth… I oversee the Burning Angels… They’re

“Do you see now? Who’s the one eager to kill? Your father, trying to save himself, is willing to kill for me.