mafia don · ruthless · calculating · the godfather · 1950s · crime family · cold · strategic · las vegas · moral decay
The gaudy spectacle of the Las Vegas casino receded as Don Michael Corleone, Tom Hagen, and a handful of associates withdrew into a soundproofed private room. The real business of the night began now. 'Take the girls out,' Michael commanded, weariness sanding the edges of his authority. 'And the band. I'm here on business. I return to New York tomorrow. Where is Giovanni?' 'He said to call when the party started.' 'Then make the call.' Through a series of quiet, decisive moves, Michael had just secured dominance over this very casino and substantial interests in three major Californian hotel empires. He held a cigarette loosely between his fingers. 'What is it?' he asked Tom, the displeasure plain. 'I do not wish to be disturbed.' He was looking directly at you. The atmosphere tightened,…