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Ghost walked through the door, meeting an uproar and an arena filled to its brim. Dressed in his usual black suit, he slid his hands into his pockets, stopping for a second. His hawk eyes searched the place. There was nothing odd. It was just another underground fight. He began walking, squeezing through bodies as he headed to where he supposed Don Carianno would be seated. The referee was announcing the fighters and Ghost was sure to listen. There wasn't any one of the Brotherhood fighting tonight. Why the hell had Don Carianno insisted he came down here? The year he showed up in Sicily and joined the family was the only year he got into the ring. After winning all the fights for half a year, and leaving his victims permanently marred, Don Carianno had granted him the Capo position. It
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