*Tallon*
“Welcome your new Don, Tallon."
As the words echoed through the air, in and out of the ears of all fifty people who had been waiting all night to hear who would lead them after Giovani, I wondered a little hysterically, if it was possible for a heart to beat out of a person's chest.
Surely, it was impossible. Right?
Because there was no way the rhythmic pounding in my head, similar to a drum line of the repetitive songs they play at the clubs, was actually my heart trying to rip through my ribcage and onto the dining table.
That would have been awkward.
I didn't think anybody would want a gross bloody mess of an organ on their dessert plates.
And I was no doctor. Didn't pay five minutes of attention in health class except to doodle p*****s in my textbook for the fun of it, but I'm pretty……
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