The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Charlie’s intensity and cool demeanor sent shivers down Antonio’s spine. Charlie’s words only heightened his fear,

he understood that Charlie’s decision to spare him for now hung on the whims of his mood.

Overwhelmed, Antonio broke into tears and implored Charlie, “Mr. Wade, today was just a minor misunderstanding.

You’ve already taken a heavy toll by breaking my knee. Please consider my sincerity. I admit my mistake…”

Charlie smirked, “Look at you, crying like this. A Sicilian man shouldn’t shed tears. Especially not in front of his

daughter. Are you honoring the Sicilian code?”

Suddenly, Antonio felt a profound shame.

Despite his frequent championing of Sicilian values, when faced with a loaded gun and the threat of death, he

found himself begging Charlie for mercy.

At this moment, survival was paramount. Antonio would have gladly run pantless through Manhattan or circled

Central Park three times if it meant Charlie spared him.

Few accomplished individuals in any field were truly unafraid of death. Despite Antonio’s rise through the ranks, he

was not as fearless as his youth would suggest.

In his early days, Antonio was like many fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds, impoverished and unfamiliar with

prosperity. He couldn’t even afford a cab to his hits. A bus ride, machete on his back, fare dodging, that was his

reality.

He hadn’t grasped the value of life then. It was a bus ride to carry out killings while alive, and a brief stint in an

ambulance if he met his end. But as he clawed his way up to become the reigning mafia kingpin of New York, his

fear of death grew.

His courage only surged when victory was absolute. Just ten minutes ago, Charlie seemed inconsequential, an ant

to be crushed without hesitation.

Yet, now, at a dire disadvantage, his courage vanished.

In a desperate bid for survival, Antonio stammered, “Mr. Wade, if you’re still dissatisfied, I’m willing to compensate

you with five million dollars. It’s a small gesture…”

Jagoan’s smile was wry. He queried, “Antonio, how much do you really have?”

Panic flitted across Antonio’s face. He hesitated, avoiding Jagoan’s gaze, and said, “I… I… I probably have tens of

millions in net worth…”

Jagoan raised his pistol, pressing it against Antonio’s cheek, sneering, “Do you fear death or parting with money?”

Trembling, Antonio quickly corrected himself, “No, no… I misspoke… I probably have hundreds of millions…”

Suddenly, Antonio added, “But mostly in real estate…”

With a frigid expression, Jagoan pulled the trigger near his ear. The jolt left Antonio’s right ear ringing. Whether

from the gunshot or other factors, it felt numb, until warmth trickled down his cheek. He was horrified to discover

his right ear had been severed!

The Italian-made Beretta 92SF was a prized possession of the Italian Mafia. Its power was formidable, though it

hadn’t pierced Antonio’s ear, it had obliterated it.

Agonized, Antonio wailed. Julia cried, shielding her father’s ears with trembling hands. She confronted Jagoan,

incensed, “Are you mad? Are you a fascist?”

Jagoan chuckled, “As a Chinese man, I can’t be a fascist. Your father, this great Sicilian man, might have ties to

Mussolini.”

Staring at Julia, Jagoan’s voice turned stern, “You’d do well to see clearly. It was your father who first sought to end

my life. You saw it, he aimed for my head. Were I less capable, I’d be an unrecognizable corpse. I’ve only given him

two shots and he’s still breathing. Compared to him, I’m merciful.”

Julia was momentarily speechless. She knew her father bore full responsibility, it was his intent to kill. To some

extent, it was his own doing. But the man now who got shot twice was her father. She could only nod, unable to

utter a word.

Ignoring her, Jagoan turned back to Antonio, “Will you tell the truth, or continue with your lies?”

Terrified, Antonio wept, “I’ll tell the truth… I’ll tell the truth… I have over 2 billion in assets. Roughly a quarter in real

estate, a quarter in fixed assets, another quarter in various forms of cash, deposits, stocks and trusts and the rest

from drug deals and contraband…”

Jagoan sneered, “Only two billion? Why the secrecy? Are you afraid I’d rob you?”

Antonio shook his head, blurting, “No, no, that’s not what I meant…”

Gesturing to Jordan, Jagoan continued, “Meet Jordan. He runs a roast goose shop in Chinatown. A gang, the Burning

Angels, extorts three thousand a month from him. What’s your tie to the Burning Angels?”

“They’re not connected to me…” Antonio attempted to defend himself, but it dawned on him that this was Jagoan’s

grievance.

In fact, Jagoan already knew of his ties to the Burning Angels!

Aman was equally defeated. He lamented, “What rotten luck! Jagoan came for Antonio today and here I am, half

an hour late. Antonio might already be gone and I’d be spared the offense and the gunshot…”

Antonio was aghast. He hadn’t anticipated that Jagoan’s front at his house was a pretext to settle scores!

Realizing he’d be shot thrice, Antonio refrained from provoking further. He confessed, “Mr. Jagoan… I’ll tell you the

truth… I oversee the Burning Angels… They’re loyal, but I didn’t endorse this audacity. Please, let me bring their

leader here. I’ll deal with him.”

Jagoan looked at Julia and posed the question, “Do you see now? Who’s the one eager to kill? Your father, trying to

save himself, is willing to kill for me. Tell me, is this man worth more than a dog?”

Julia couldn’t meet his eyes, while Antonio hastily added, “Mr. Jagoan… I also want to rectify this with Jordan…”

Ignoring him, Jagoan addressed Jordan, “How much does your shop make monthly?”

Jordan replied, “Mr. Jagoan, the shop clears four thousand, but expenses cut into it, rent, staff, protection fee. Four

thousand is the cap.”

Jagoan nodded, scrutinizing Antonio, “Do local gangs usually demand 75%?”

Antonio shook his head frantically, “No, no… There might be a misunderstanding… The Burning Angels took

independent action…”

Jagoan dismissed it, “Irrelevant. From now on, Jordan belongs to the Chinese Gang. He holds 75% of the debts of

local gangs. Clear?”

Antonio’s eyes widened, but he dared not object. He only nodded, stammering, “I understand… Mr. Jagoan, I’ll

personally ensure Jordan gets the monthly fee…”

Jagoan waved him off, “You won’t have another chance. If you cooperate today, you and Aman will leave New York

alive tomorrow. Your daughter will take care of the monthly expenses. Fail and there won’t be a tomorrow.”

Antonio’s voice trembled, “Mr. Jagoan… Where will you send us?”

Jagoan casually replied, “Syria. A friend runs a war experience camp. You’ll go, all expenses covered. No need to

worry about a thing. Consider it my treat!”

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