He wasn't a male model but he should have been. The lush, mother lode -dark hair he groomed so carefully had a ripping quality, a sign of his rude health. His only blemish was that he was beetle- browed and they sometimes knitted in frustration.
The Aquiline nose he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed latent, leonine power and always walled with purpose and authority.
"Get the car" he ordered, Mario his personal Assistant, who dashed out of the gigantic gold wide doors of the house.
People had always remarked that his best feature was his entrancing, way farer -blue eyes. Sloe -shaped, they could shine as bright as the evening stars when they were a light with joy. At other times, two liquid -blue pools of flashing fires . It was well-known in the vicinity that the Godfather had a short temper which was not good for any one around.
