Mag-log in“Home if course… let's go” Francesco smiled. “Home?”“Yes.”He looked at the estate and then at her……for years he had thought of the estate as home because it represented the family, the power, the legacy and everything his father had built.But standing beside Azzura, he understood something he had never understood before, a home was not always a building.Sometimes it was a person and sometimes it was the one person who could stand beside you after everything had collapsed and still make you believe there was something worth rebuilding.Francesco took her hand and together they began walking toward the estate.At the balcony above them, his brother stood watching…he saw Francesco and Azzura approaching as a small smile appeared on his face.He stepped away from the balcony, iside the estate, Mr Giovanni's old office remained untouched.His chair was still there, his photographs were still on the wall and his memory remained in every corridor.But the family had continued…..Frances
Francesco looked at his brother.“Next location.”They moved again.One location after another fell.The Five Fingers tried to regroup.They failed.Their final stronghold was hidden behind layers of secrecy, but Bianca's information eventually led the brothers there.As the convoy approached, Francesco stepped out.He looked toward the building.“This is it.”His brother stood beside him.“Are you ready?”Francesco looked at him.“I've been ready since Dad died.”The doors opened.The final confrontation began.The Five Fingers fought desperately.The Ndrangheta pushed forward.The compound shook with the sounds of battle.BOOM!Smoke filled the air.CRASH!A section of the building collapsed.Francesco moved forward.His brother remained beside him.The Five Fingers leader finally appeared.He stared at them.“You think killing me will bring Giovanni back?”Francesco stopped.“No.”He looked at him.“But destroying everything you built will make sure you never do this to another fam
“You told us you were only working for the family.”“I was.”“Then why were you meeting people connected to our enemies?”Bianca lowered her head.“I didn't have a choice.”His brother slammed his hand on the table.“Everyone says that after betrayal!”Bianca flinched.“You don't understand.”“Then explain it!”She began crying.“I was threatened.”Francesco remained silent.“Who threatened you?”“The Five Fingers.”The room became still.His brother stared at her.“The Five Fingers?”Bianca nodded.“They found out about my family.”“What family?”“My sister.”She wiped her tears.“They knew where she lived, where her children went, everything.”Francesco watched her carefully.“They told you they would hurt them?”“Yes.”“And you believed them?”“I saw what they did to other people.”Her voice trembled.“I knew they weren't making an empty threat.”His brother turned away.“So you helped them.”Bianca lowered her head.“Yes.”Francesco's voice remained calm.“What did you give them?”
He turned toward the assembled men “my brother and I fought yesterday.” whispers moved through the room “we fought because grief made us forget who the real enemy was.”Lorenzo stepped forward “but we settled it” he looked around the room.“There will be no division between us no more” one of the senior members finally spoke “but then who leads?”Silence filled the entire hall, the question had been expected from the start and thist was not a problem as Francesco looked at his brother Lorenzo.Lorenzo looked back…there was no jealousy in either man's expression anymore but only understanding.Francesco stepped aside.. “my brother.”Several men looked surprised as his brother remained Lorenzo still….Francesco continued.“He is the eldest.”Lorenzo looked at him, though shocked but held himself “he understands the responsibility.”A senior member asked:“And you?”Francesco smiled faintly.“I will do what I have always done.”“And what is that Don Francesco”“Protect the family.” Franc
Francesco's expression hardened.“I have been trying to protect this family.”“So have I!”“Then where were you?”“I told you!”“You were not here!”His brother's face tightened.“I didn't choose to be attacked.”“And I didn't choose to bury our father.”The words landed heavily.Silence followed.His brother looked away.Francesco's anger continued to rise.“You don't understand what has been happening.”“Then tell me.”“I can't.”His brother laughed bitterly.“You still can't?”Francesco frowned.“There are things you don't know.”“There are things you refuse to tell me.”“Because I was trying to protect you.”“Protect me?”His brother stepped closer.“You call keeping secrets protection?”Francesco's breathing became heavier.“You think you understand what I've been dealing with?”“No.”His brother pointed toward Giovanni.“But I understand this.”He turned toward their father's body.“Our father is dead.”Then he looked back at Francesco.“And you still think you can carry everyth
“I ASKED WHERE MY FATHER IS!”One of the senior men lowered his head, that action displayed was enough…. Lorenzo stopped on his track as his breathing became shallow.“No…”He walked toward the building, every step became heavier…..the doors opened and as he entered, the estate was filled with people, but nobody spoke, he silence was unbearable.Then he saw the bedroom door, as he walked toward it….a soldier attempted to stop him.“Sir…”He pushed past him as the door opened…. And right there Mr Giovanni was lying on the bed lifeles and motionless.Lorenzo stopped and for several seconds, he couldn't move.Then he slowly walked forward.“Dad…”Nothing…. As he touched Mr Giovanni's hand…it was cold as his eyes widened.“No…”He looked around.“Who did this?”Nobody answered as he turned.“WHO DID THIS?”Silence filled the entire hall as his face twisted with grief and then anger replaced it.“I want every camera checked.”A soldier moved immediately.“Every communication record.”Ano
Giovanni’s voice was calm yet commanding as every of his words carried with it hidden meaning and messages that needs to be decoded.Mr Tommaso slowly placed his wine glass down too while listening carefully as he noticed the shift in Giovanni’s tone immediately.Something serious was coming and it
The Sil clan survived because of the Ndranghetas, that in itself is fact that can't be argued about and without them…The Casa Sil would have been destroyed long ago.“You see, children do not understand the love and respect they are shown till they have lost it totally and that right now is what w
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