Here’s the twist you didn’t see coming. In these stories, she is the one who changes him. By the end, he’s not just a Godfather—he’s a Godfather who cries at puppy commercials. She teaches him to delegate his murders better. He teaches her to always check the trunk for suspicious packages. Team building.
So if you’re tired of cookie-cutter romances where the guy apologizes with a bouquet, try this: a guy who apologizes by making your ex’s car “disappear” into a scrap yard. It’s not romantic, it’s efficient.
The lesson? Sometimes, after a divorce, you don’t need a prince. You need a partner who can handle the dry cleaning and a dead body. And if he happens to be the Godfather? Honestly, that sounds like a pretty solid deal.
Just don’t forget to file joint taxes. Even mob bosses hate the IRS. That’s a real, un-funny fact.
