Chapter 30: Change.
When he finally woke up, he felt like it was all a dream, that he was still in that cell and had finally lost his mind, because he just couldn’t comprehend all the things that happened. That in one day he was eating shit, and in another, he was pardoned, kidnapped, beaten the shit out of, and then was saved... and ate food like kings...
But it was reality, not a dream, as he got out of his bed, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at his body, at his face, at his hair.
It was truly like he was reborn... he looked nothing like how he was before. His face was clean, no beard, his hair was cut short. The housekeeper did a perfect job with it, and he just felt his body too was reborn, thanks to that bath he took.
"I’m skinny..." He whispered as he looked at his arm and his body, and he was like a skeleton. But it wasn’t something that he could cure with sleep or something, his whole system was fucked up, and eating a lot was just going to fuck it up even more.
With that, he just turned toward the wardrobe and stood in front of it for a few seconds, then reached out for the knob.
"Let’s see what a don wears." He said and opened it, and it was nothing surprising.
Black suit and white shirt... nothing else but those in a row. But there was something that caught his attention, a little drawer, which he reached out for and pulled open.
Now that was something surprising. It was like a little treasure box, with golden signet rings in there, and a gold watch. But the most important of all was the pistol. There was nothing special about it, it was an ordinary one but the way it was there, prepped for him, was telling.
That the path ahead of him was really a Don’s path.