Ricci Santori The Godfather is dead… Long live the new Godfather! At last. Finally, I wear the crown of blood. What I have done to lift it to my head is despicable.
There is no forgiveness for such acts, but we will not speak of them now. I will answer directly to my maker when the time comes, and I will pay my dues.
I will stand in the fires of hell, wear the groaning chains of torture, and let Dante’s ferocious demons gorge endlessly on my flesh. And I will do this willingly. It is a great honor.
A wonderful achievement. Men will kiss my hand reverently, restaurant owners will refuse to take my money, more wealth than I can ever hope to spend will flow into my hands.
The whole world will be my oyster. All of it will be mine to take.
