登入"And as for you, Tommaso..." The masked voice spoke again, its tone carrying an unsettling mixture of irritation and reluctant admiration."You played dirty this time."For several long moments, the room remained completely silent as the figure neither move nor shifted its posture. It simply stood there beneath the dim light, the grotesque wooden mask concealing every trace of emotion that might have crossed its face.Then, slowly, a quiet chuckle escaped."You did exceptionally well, i must commend you." The words sounded almost sincere from the outside but. "Even while lying on your deathbed you still managed to win….you carried every piece of intelligence you had gathered straight into death with you."The realization clearly frustrated the mysterious speaker. Months or perhaps years of careful planning had been directed toward obtaining whatever information Tommaso had protected so fiercely.Yet in the end, nothing had been recovered. "If not for your foolish friend arriving now a
Meanwhile, deep inside the inner part of the estate. "They are here." The words broke the heavy silence like a blade slicing through thick fog.The speaker was an unusually tall and powerfully built man whose appearance alone was enough to unsettle anyone who laid eyes upon him. A single narrow strand of hair ran down the middle of his otherwise shaven head, while another thin strand hung from his chin, giving him a strangely intimidating appearance. His chest, partially exposed beneath his dark attire, carried the same unusual feature, making his entire figure seem almost ritualistic.From his waist downward, he was dressed entirely in black, every piece of clothing blending perfectly with the darkness surrounding him. A dark mask concealed the upper portion of his face, allowing only his cold eyes to remain visible. Those eyes carried no warmth whatsoever.Across his broad back stretched an enormous dragon tattoo, the dragon's body twisted around his shoulders, extended across both
Every single word Mr. Giovanni spoke carried tremendous weight. None of his sentences were wasted, and none were spoken out of emotion alone. Every word reflected years of experience, authority, and unwavering resolve. His voice remained steady, yet beneath that calmness rested a force capable of changing the course of events within moments.Mr. Giovanni was not a man who yielded to intimidation because this was not a mission built around negotiation… this was not an attempt to bargain for safe passage or plead with those responsible.Mr. Giovanni had arrived with only one purpose—to reclaim what remained of his friend's dignity and ensure that Tommaso's legacy would not disappear beneath fear and silence.Whatever stood between him and that objective would have to be confronted, whatever the cost.Mr. Pietro understood immediately, his years spent serving beside the Don had taught him how to read even the smallest change in his commander's expression.He gave a firm nod, checked his
"I need to retrieve his body..."Mr. Giovanni's eyes remained fixed on the silent estate ahead of him. His thoughts had already crossed the gates long before his body ever would."...and after that..."His jaw slowly tightened."I will personally bring down every single bast—""SIR GIOVANNI!"The powerful voice shattered the silence inside the command vehicle, before Mr. Giovanni could finish his sentence, a firm hand landed gently on his shoulder.It was Mr. Pietro.The sudden interruption pulled Mr Giovanni back into reality like a man waking from a deep dream, for a brief moment, Mr. Giovanni blinked several times as though his mind was trying to reconnect with the world around him.Mr. Pietro immediately noticed the slight change in his boss's eyes, his own face carried an unusual mixture of surprise, concern, and confusion.He had served beside Mr. Giovanni long enough to understand that his boss occasionally disappeared into deep thought.But never like this, not during an opera
"I am here... Outside my best friend's estate." Mr. Giovanni's eyes remained fixed on the massive entrance gate before him, but his thoughts had already travelled far beyond the walls that stood in front of the convoy."...And before I can even enter through the gate, I receive a warning from an enemy." His expression stayed neutral "...An enemy who clearly knew I would come."The realization on that, slowly settled into his mind. "They knew I would come... yet they still made sure I arrived too late."For several long seconds, silence surrounded him, then unexpectedly...a smile slowly appeared on his face, this was the smile of a man whose mind had just begun assembling pieces of a dangerous puzzle.It was the smile of someone who understood that every action on a battlefield carried a hidden meaning.Mr Giovanni's fingers rested gently against the armrest inside the SUV while his sharp eyes continued observing the estate without blinking."Looking at everything before me now...I am
The moment the convoy drew close to the estate, every instinct honed through years of warfare told them that something was terribly wrong.The atmosphere itself carried an unsettling weight. There was no sound of birds. No movement from the surrounding trees. The eerie silence hanging over the estate was not the silence of peace—it was the silence that came after violence.The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of burnt gunpowder, mingled with the metallic smell of fresh blood. It drifted through the partially opened windows of the lead vehicles, reaching every soldier before anyone uttered a single word.It was enough, every experienced man in the convoy knew exactly what it meant, someone had fought here, someone had died here."EVERYONE TAKE COVER IMMEDIATELY!"The urgent command exploded through the communication channel, the voice belonged to one of the Ndrangheta soldiers stationed at the front of the convoy. There was no hesitation in his tone, only raw urgency born fro
“I am ready, Mr. Pietro.”Francesco's voice was calm, deep and unwavering as he fixed his sharp gaze steady on Mr. Pietro who stood silently by the side of the room with his hands clasped behind his back.The room itself was quiet, way too quiet.As only the faint ticking of an antique clock mounte
Then afterwards Francesco did something that shocked the entire hall."May I be your guard please" Francesco said as he gave a light bow with his hand stretched out.Silence…abbsolute silence as the musicians stopped playinh completely and even servants froze because nobody expected it….no not from
"You see your stepmother is a big shot in the business world...a woman who built an empire all by herself….she was a business tycoon, she is a strong fearless lady who deals in the ammunition business and she literally controls 45% of the world ammunition business and all these were achieved withou
Mr Giovanni finally rose slowly from his chair after coming to seat down after the last time “you see Pietro… the truth is that my father who was the then Capofamiglia did the same test on me and I was able to gain enough territories for him before I got into power and now I am the Capofamiglia of







