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.