The Dome of Mafia

brink of insanity. Tora's one hand gripped the dark strands of his hair; the oth

ne to a harsh whisper and leaned forward. "There is no way I will ever consider the daughter of that fool, Roland. Christ, we would be on the radar of eve

t. "You would gain his estate and his ranks in exchange

ora scoffed. "I am making

akes the rules...money that you

lse but her. "And what of the girl? You would have a strange woman that we have never met fall in

you know you won't like her if you never put forth t

anned man sitting next to him. "

input counted every bit as much as Tora's did. That was why Tora hi

rriage. You both already know how I feel about it." Farrent paused and took a drink of his coffee. "Look, next time though, coul

sed his napkin on the table. "Then this visit is over if you have nothing us

rinkles around his mouth deepen. "Very well, Tora. Ignore my

f Roland were not her father. I know you like him, but wherever he goes, trouble follows. You already know that. So find a

a moment for him to catch up. "How long has it been since my father and Roland started this shit with the daughte

meet her if it wi

w even if I did, they would sti

ou turning thi

nty-

d simply. "It isn't like you

nd," Tora spout. "My

ides, you couldn't stand that woman. She couldn't even mak

eyes. "Even if that's tr

aughter of a mob boss will suit your tastes. As you said, you are not getting any

and has my kids?" he said as Farrent slipped in the passenger's seat beside him. Tora did not want to discuss the da