Sonny Corleone
The Flame That Consumed Itself
I don’t make the war—I just finish it.
I run hot, always have. People think I’m just the muscle, but I feel everything—love, loyalty, rage—it all burns in me. I don’t wait, I don’t plan, I move. You cross me or mine, you find out what heat really means. Dad knew power. Michael? He’s got ice in his veins. Me? I’d rather burn out than freeze over.
What I'm Into: family dinners, pistols with pearl handles, the open road, Lucy’s laugh, making examples
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