Jack Woltz fluttered his eyes as the the first rays of sunlight brushed his face. He could hear the servants busy in the kitchen downstairs, and he ran through the day’s itinerary in his mind: Breakfast on the patio, a brisk swim, then a ride on his favorite stallion before his afternoon meeting at Paramount Pictures.
His leg brushed against an object in the bed with him. Feeling hesitantly along the covers, his hand detected a familiar outline. Woltz flung away the bedsheets and gaped in horror into the lifeless eyes staring back at him, and realized — only too late — that Don Corleone was not a man to be trifled with.
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