SILVA’s POV

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I looked up at the sky and shook my head. I think it's going to rain. Such annoying weather.

“Silva, tell me who is going to take the crown then? Do I have more chances than that bastard?”

He exclaimed, his voice cold.

“Well, the votes will determine that, but for now I have my doubts about you winning”

“Why? Tell me why! I will kill anyone who is against my reign”

“Easy now tiger, easy. The Don Corleone holds the ...