On the outskirts of Palermo, Sicily, by the seaside, there was a luxurious villa where a man in his forties, with black hair, black eyes, yet a nose even larger and more prominent than those of the French, was lounging.
This middle-aged man was a typical Sicilian Italian, and he was currently the second-in-command of the Mattio Family, Amore.
He was comfortably lying on a wicker chair, crossing his legs, smoking a cigar.
The bigwigs of the Mafia Organization loved cigars; this was the finest, imported from Cuba, very aromatic and spicy, each one could be smoked for two or three hours.
In those two or three hours, he would simply let himself think quietly about what to do next.
His gaze was fixed on the beautiful scenery of the Mediterranean Sea in the distance.
It could be said that for over twenty years, he followed Mattio, always fighting for the family, rising to become the second-in-command, and then watching Mattio ascend to become the Godfather of the Mafia.
