**Massimo's Point Of View**
I sat in the middle of the restaurant, watching as my Vincenzo rattled on like the old man that he is. Bitching about this and that. The worst thing about having a godfather like him, is that he thinks he's some Disney princess. That he can just get whatever the f**k he wants and nothing wrong can come from it.
How sweet.
The thing about me is I can switch up on my thoughts about someone depending on what they do. One moment, I'm afraid of something, and the next I'm not. I live life like that.
I have to be able to change a loved one to an enemy to be able to survive. Imagine being backstabbed by a friend then having to cry over that person.
That could never be me. I give back the energy they fed me.
Or the energy I feel they deserve.
I wasn't eatin
