“Don’t cry, Mister. Mommy says brave people cry too.” I heard my four-year-old daughter whisper those words while wiping tears from the face of New York’s most feared mafia boss.
“Don’t cry, Mister. Mommy says brave people cry too. ” I heard my four-year-old daughter whisper those words while wiping tears from the face of New York’s most feared mafia boss. For six months, twenty-six-year-old…









