"Do you dare?" He asked, on his side, croaking out blood from the beating he got. He, the head of the Baccano family, the devil who wore a gentleman's smile, is now getting beat up by those he called family. And when they raised a knife to his throat, that was all he asked.
"Do you dare, boy? Stabbing the Devil that is." He smiled, the usual gentle smile, yet so full of disgust and hatred, at the young soldato he once considered his son. "Because let me tell you, if you're gonna raise your hand against me when I'm down, you better make sure I don't get back up."
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