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As children, we were always close. We always had each others back because we had been taught so. It was an unspoken rule among all members of the Cosa Nostra, our family most especially. We were ruthless, heartless- trained killers but there was always one constant that lived through. That even our Father stressed on. He believed in protecting his own. It never mattered who that person was. Be they blood or not, anyone loyal to the Marchesi name and sufficiently showed this said devotion was said to be under our protection. And nobody was ever stupid enough to go contrary to this unspoken promise.
We had always protected each other. All of us and even though it was for other reasons, Father himself would have never let anyone harm us, even though he had moulded us into weapons. To h
