On a stormy night, a muddy three-year-old girl knocked on the gates of the Ferraro crime dynasty that ruled the underworld. Don Dominic looked down, stunned. "Kid, where are your parents?" "Are you Dominic Ferraro?" she asked boldly . Almost no one dared call him by his full name. "I am." She dug a crumpled bill from her backpack and held it up. "Then you're my daddy. Mommy said you owe me three years of milk money!" Oops. Looks like the country’s most feared Don just got himself a tiny boss.
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