Chapter 36

GODFATHER'S POV   My eyes darted across the room, but my eyes kept coming back to the huge mahogany table in the center ,where the food was placed.    The huge mahogany table was one that caught my fancy. Crafted from fine mahogany wood, the table surface was smooth, polished, and its reflecting light showcased its beauty of sturdy, sleek design.   I was here again, in alpha Gritus's den. The room was filled with eerie silence—a silence likened to the unknown.    The silence was often broken by the clink of the silver ware against the china ware. I stood opposite Godfather as he savored and ate with graceful poise.    The way he ate was measured with precision. Each cut of the meat the same as the last. His movements were deliberate and controlled just like a robot. He ate just like a predator patiently stalking its prey.   I watched in anxiety as he finished his meal, drank the expensive red wine in his glass in one gulp, and wiped the residue off his mouth with a napkin.   He ran his