*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 ...