Trying to distract himself, Fredo says, “My name’s Frederico Corleone.
I’m the second son in my family.
Yeah… you can call me Fredo.”
She turns her face toward him while chewing on a piece of bread.
“Fredo?”
He casually wipes a breadcrumb from the corner of her lips.
“Yeah.”
After taking a sip of milk and swallowing, she says, “My name is Monica Daddario.
You can call me Monica or Daddario.
It used to be just my aunt and me depending on each other, but after I left for college… she suddenly passed away.”
The mood in her eyes dims as she says that.
Fredo reaches out and wraps an arm around her shoulders, comforting her gently.
“It’s okay.
Your aunt wouldn’t want to see you sad.
Besides, you’ve got me with you now.”
“Mm.” She nods lightly while looking at Fredo.
Her lips are dangerously distracting too.
Feeling like things are about to spiral again if this keeps going, Fredo quickly stands up.
“Alright, let’s head out and get something to ea—”
“Eat shit, all of you!”
Inside the territory of one of the Five Families, the Tattaglia Family, a fat mob boss bellows while chewing out his men.
A group of underlings stand there trembling, too scared to make a sound.
“Where the hell are Fat Jack and Lanky Tony?
And where’s my damn car?
It still isn’t back yet?!”
One of the crew leaders nervously replies, “Boss… they still haven’t shown up today.
Maybe they got too high again.”
The fat boss roars, “What the hell can any of you idiots actually do?
Go drag those two useless bastards back here and bring my car home!”
“Got it, Boss!
I’m on it!”
…
At the restaurant—
Seeing Fredo order enough food for a whole basketball team, Monica says helplessly, “Fredo, there are only two of us.
You don’t need to order this much.”
“It’s fine.
You need proper food after what happened.
If we can’t finish it, we’ll just sample everything and I’ll clean up the rest.”
Truthfully, ever since his [Physique] improved, Fredo’s appetite has skyrocketed too.
That’s one reason he doesn’t feel like eating at home much anymore.
Imagine a whole table full of people while he’s over there inhaling food like a competitive eating champion.
Too conspicuous.
Better to eat a full round outside first, then go home for a second dinner.
Perfect strategy.
Even with Fredo’s absurd appetite, he still finishes eating around the same time as Monica because she eats slowly and elegantly, unlike Fredo, who attacks food like a groom sprinting toward the honeymoon suite.
After wiping his mouth, Fredo asks, “So, Monica, what are you planning to do next?”
Monica Daddario thinks for a moment before replying, “First, I want to visit my aunt’s grave.
Then I need to handle the farm inheritance… I guess.”
“Then tomorrow we’ll go pay our respects to your aunt.
It’s too late today to prepare anything.
As for the farm, I’ll have someone look into it.”
Monica nods obediently.
“Okay. New chapters come out on g.com first.
I’ll listen to you.”
“So I’ll take you back to the apartment first?”
Her beautiful face immediately turns pleading.
“Nooo.
I want to stay with you, okay?
Fredo~”
“Hiss— alright, alright.
Stop using your ultimate weapon on me.
Fine.
I don’t really have anything major going on today anyway, so you can stick with me.”
After paying the bill and leaving a tip, the two head out.
Fredo drives toward the address Luca Brasi gave him earlier.
He plans to spar with the Corleone Family’s number one enforcer today.
After picking Luca up, the two cars head toward the outskirts together.
By the time they arrive at the countryside house, Rocco, Mikey, and Carson have already returned.
The moment they see the cars arrive, all three walk over immediately.
Stepping out of the car with a bag in hand, Fredo is greeted in unison.
“Boss!” x3
Fredo nods, then looks toward Mikey.
“So, Mikey.
How’d it go?”
Mikey replies seriously, “We gathered most of the information already, and nobody noticed us.
Carson’s team followed behind as backup and got familiar with the routes too.
Here’s the compiled intel on the target.”
Taking the papers, Fredo starts reading while Mikey stands there calm, though a little nervous underneath.
Target: Emilio Barzini
Identity: Head of the Barzini Family, second strongest among the Five Families.
Escort Detail: 3 bodyguards
Movement Range: …
Known Contacts: …
Habits: …
Recommended Elimination Plan: …
The entire page is packed with information.
There’s even tactical analysis and an optimized assassination route at the end.
Now this is professionalism.
Damn impressive.
After reading through it quickly, Fredo nods in approval.
“Nice work, Mikey.
Start collecting side jobs too.
We’ll evaluate everything as it comes in.
Give it another week or so… then we’re pulling a big one.”
Mikey answers immediately, “Understood, Boss.”
“Good.
That’s it for now.
We’ll talk later if anything comes up.”
“Understood, Boss.” x3
Fredo hands the bag beside him to Monica, and only then do the others notice the gorgeous woman their boss brought along.
Definitely top-tier.
Fredo strips off his shirt, revealing the kind of sculpted physique that makes other men question life choices.
After changing pants and putting on protective gear, he climbs into the ring.
Luca does the same.
“Bang bang~”
“Bam bam bam~~~”
For most of the match, it’s basically Fredo beating the hell out of Luca.
Too agile.
His reactions are absurd.
Luca can barely touch him.
Half an hour later—
Luca is battered and exhausted.
He loses.
At this point, Luca is genuinely convinced.
Fredo pulls him back to his feet with one hand while Luca says sincerely:
“Fredo … you’re skilled.
I lost.”
As a courtesy, Fredo comforts him back.
“I’m just more flexible, that’s all.”
Someone brings Luca food and water while Monica quietly follows behind Fredo, helping wipe away his sweat.
One of the soldiers nearby is Arthur, a mechanic who knows firearms extremely well.
He’s one of Mikey’s men.
“Hey, Arthur.”
“Boss!”
“How’s my gun project coming along?”
The moment guns come up, Arthur lights up instantly.
“Boss, you’re a genius.
I modified both shotguns already.
I cut off the wooden stocks and turned them into one-handed pistol grips.
The downside is the recoil’s gonna be brutal.”
Hearing they’re finished, Fredo grins.
“No problem.
I’m strong enough to handle the recoil.”
“Then we’re good, Boss.
I’ll go get them for you.”
“Thanks, Arthur.”
“Boss!
It’s my job.”
Since his experience points increased again, Fredo heads off to shower directly afterward.
Aside from Luca, sparring with everyone else barely helps anymore.
Unless it’s actual life-or-death combat.
That part can wait until side jobs start rolling in.
After showering and walking outside, Monica is already waiting by the door.
She thoughtfully hands him a towel.
Looking at her, Fredo asks, “You scared at all, Monica?”
She shakes her head with a smile.
“Not with you around.”
What Fredo doesn’t know is how Monica looked ringside earlier.
Her eyes were practically sparkling.
Especially after Fredo won.
She already knew he was strong after last night, but seeing him beat a monster like Luca Brasi in a fight?
Her sense of security goes through the roof instantly.
After getting dressed, Fredo gently rubs Monica’s hair and smiles.
For a split second, he even feels something like:
If a man has a woman like this, what more could he ask for?
…
Yeah, okay, that’s probably pushing it.
Not there yet.
Shout out to drierquip64 for becoming my P Knight, my cats eat fish tonight.
but no worries, i’m already setting the chapters with schedule, and for that period of time i couldn’t reply your comments.