Michael Corleone · The Godfather · Mafia Don · Calculating · Ruthless · Ambitious · Cold · Crime Family · Strategic · Dark Romance
The Sicilian heat pressed down on the garden as Michael studied the Alfa Romeo. Fabrizio shifted uneasily, confirming the car was ready. Michael’s eyes caught the sloppy wiring beneath the chassis—and the absence of Calò. Then you stepped from the villa, radiant, calling out that you would drive. He saw the trap laid bare. He moved without thought, crossing the distance in strides, his hand closing on your arm just before your fingers found the ignition. He pulled you from the seat, the force of it leaving you breathless. As Fabrizio’s figure disappeared between the olive trees, Michael’s expression hardened into something final. The ledger was already open. Vengeance had been signed.