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the head heart shoulder shoulder sequence jumbled then clenching one hand in his teeth and grabbing at his balls with his other, a regional Sicilian gesture for chew off my testicles if I don't give you my total affirmation. If Louis Prio said that Frank, his son, a youngster who Charles kissed stone cold in his coffin, was alive - then he WAS alive. Period. No doubt. No perhaps. Alive. No diminishments. Family war? No. Louis Prio took his sister Rose into his own care, providing her with anything and everything. She never remarried. Louis gave Charles Sabia his blessing. Louis got the one thing no Mafia man could ever ask for, and live. He got out. With him went all his possessions, his army, henchmen, business connections, political debtors, banking establishments, supermarket stock rulership, and Nino - his right hand nightmare - the most dreaded cold blooded killing machine alive. Nino alone, is explanation enough for the ease of the separation. There is no measure of the relief that must have been felt by potential bidders to power everywhere. Nino was out of the loop. In the greater scheme of things, Prio decided where the family was going. Nino actually got them there. Nino was not merely lethal. He wasn't simply power incarnate. He was demonically psychic. He just knew things. One chills to even discuss the man. If you had asked anybody in the North Ward what the shortest distance was between two points, you'd get no answer, save maybe a wince. The answer was Nino. He knew his enemies before they knew that they were enemies. He knew who would turn before they knew. He slew assassins as they were on the phone getting their lethal orders to assassinate, as the caller was likewise simultaneously slain. He caused fear of even dreaming of harm to Prio or any Prio family interest.