"To not waste any time—mine and yours—I bequeath half of all my assets and territory to Carmen, my lovely daughter," Gordon read, and I should have been relieved. No—I should have rejoiced, but there was no reason to be.
How was I supposed to share half of a mafia don's title with someone? What Father was indirectly asking for was a bloodbath between two people, and the winner would rule by right of conquest.
"…the other half will be given to whosoever finds the identity of my killer and kills them. Whosoever pulls the trigger. After that, they can go ahead and duke it out with Carmen," Gordon continued, and it took everything in me to remain unmoving in my seat as his voice carried through the room.
"…whosoever wins gets the entire territory. Good luck, Carmen! I'm rooting for you," Gordon finished, stretching out the paper and placing it on the table in the sitting room where we all sat, leaving it open for anyone to pick up and examine.
