Cosa Nostra depends on me, after all, I am the Boss. Brutal, cold, calculating, immortal. This is me, Massimo Belucci. What the fuck... You called me Massimo. Shit. Why did you call me Massimo? Where is the nickname? What the fuck did I do? I hold your arm before you leave my lap and make you stay in the place you shouldn't leave, ever.

"Why did you call me that? That's not my name, little fox." I say low hoarse and cold, holding back my anger.