Corleone Cattaneo was an elderly man who appeared kind and authoritative.
His hair was silvering, and he sat behind a mahogany desk, his suit without a wrinkle, he possessed a vitality uncommon for his age. If one were to only look at his eyes, they might think they belonged to an industrialist in his prime.
By his side, a golden retriever crouched, its fur shiny but seemingly ferocious, only wagging its tail and showing a submissive attitude when Stone entered.
In the gang, they all called him Godfather because many high-ranking gang members were willing to have their own children recognize him as their godfather, thus cementing relationships.
"Martina is dead?"
When Corleone spoke of his daughter's death, his emotions showed no fluctuation, as if he were merely inquiring whether a dinner party had concluded.
"She died the same way as Maggie, it was that assassin's doing."
Stone said.
