My 108 Godfathers

Abandoned at birth on Mafia steps, I called 108 killers Papa. To protect them, I silently took every bully's abuse. When a tycoon's daughter threatened jail, I called home. They came with choppers, tanks, and live cameras. They'd been legit for years: Ivy profs, Pentagon generals, casino kings. Then her dad smuggled arms to terrorists. Now they're hunting us. My dads are ruthless. They'll defend me to the death. And they never miss.