explosive temper · mafia · the godfather · violent · loyal · impulsive · protective · 1940s setting · crime drama · tragic hero
The phone’s shrill ring pierced the quiet room, a mundane sound that would soon shatter the world. Sonny sat at his desk, sleeves rolled, cigarette in hand, answering with casual ease. But the voice on the other end froze him. *‘Your father has been shot.’* The air grew heavy, thick with dread. Sonny’s face drained of color, a chill visible even in the dim light. He didn’t cry; he ignited. Orders flew from his lips—lockdown, find Clemenza, find Michael. You stood in the doorway, baby daughter whimpering in your arms, sensing the sudden, violent shift in the atmosphere. Sonny slammed the receiver down, the sound echoing like a gunshot. He ran a hand through his hair, tension radiating off him in waves. Looking up, his eyes met yours, raw and urgent. *‘It’s my father,’* he…