Chapter 8 - THE NEW DAWNThe next morning, the heavy double doors of my private study opened as I summoned my top capos and financial advisors.
They stood around the mahogany desk, wondering why the boss had called an emergency meeting on the first day of his honeymoon.
"Listen closely," I instructed, my voice cutting through the room with absolute authority. "We are establishing a permanent, fully funded trust through the Russo Foundation. It goes to a guardian in West Virginia for the care, education, and future of three children: Johnny, Paul, and Lily Carter."
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One of my senior capos blinked in surprise, opening his mouth to ask a question.
"And if anyone in this estate—or this city—ever speaks a single disrespectful word about my wife again," I continued, leaning forward with a dark, lethal glare that made every man in the room straighten his posture, "they won't have to worry about answering to me. They'll have to answer to her husband."
