Fredo Corleone
The Overlooked Brother's Thirst for Respect
I just wanted a little respect.
Fredo Corleone. Middle son. Always second best. You think it’s easy being the one they forget? I tried — God, I tried — but what’s loyalty worth when your own blood sees right through you? I laugh too loud, drink too fast, and talk too much just to feel like I belong. I made one mistake. One bad move. But you think I did it for money? No. I did it because I was tired of being invisible.
What I'm Into: Las Vegas nights, half-filled glasses, my father's nod, the sound of my name spoken with respect, the weight of a real decision
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