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Ghosts and Graves

Author: Nana A
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-20 16:40:11

The night before the summit, the villa felt more like a mausoleum than a base of operations. Shadows clung to the corners, quiet whispers traveled through the halls, and the air was thick with tension. Geneva sparkled below in arrogant calm, its glass towers unaware of the inferno that loomed just beyond the treeline.

Camilla sat on the floor of the strategy room, cross-legged, her eyes scanning the final layout of Blackwell’s compound. A red dot marked the vault. Blue dots marked the patrols. But in her mind, it was all blood.

Marco stepped into the room, carrying two mugs of bitter espresso. He handed her one without a word and sat beside her.

“You know,” he said after a long silence, “when I first joined Riccardo, I never thought I’d see the end of the Council. It always felt like something that just… existed. Like death. Or taxes.”

Camilla smirked faintly. “Or sin.”

“Exactly.” He took a long sip, then stared ahead. “You changed all that. You came in and made us believe we could ki
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  • The Mafia Protocol   The Breach

    The walls trembled.Gunfire barked in staccato bursts just beyond the suite’s steel-reinforced doors. Each shot ricocheted like a countdown to chaos, a reminder that time was no longer on their side.Camilla’s heart thudded—not in fear, but in brutal, calculated focus.“We hold the line,” she commanded, turning sharply toward Marco. “Get our tactical team into position. I want this floor locked down, elevator access severed, and every hallway rigged with perimeter defense.”Marco didn’t need to respond. His expression was stone, his movements a blur as he barked rapid commands into his comms.Across the room, the Five Families shifted, uneasy. Their bodyguards gripped their weapons, unsure if they were part of the fight—or about to be consumed by it.“Do not mistake this for your exit,” Riccardo warned coldly, his gaze slicing across the table. “If any one of you tries to leave before this is over, I will personally ensure your corpse is the next to hit Zurich’s river.”No one moved.

  • The Mafia Protocol   The Decryption Gambit

    The Zurich suite was cloaked in calculated silence, the kind that hummed with anticipation. It wasn’t just a meeting room—it had become a war room. One wrong move, one wrong word, and the fragile truce inside could shatter. Camilla sat at the head of the obsidian table, flanked by the reluctant but present leaders of the Five Families. Every eye was on her, the woman who had defied fate, silenced enemies, and now held a steel case that could reshape the criminal underworld forever. Across from her sat Riccardo and Marco, unflinching, their loyalty silent but unwavering. The steel case lay open before them, its interior glowing faintly with the soft blue light of encrypted drives. The data within wasn’t just sensitive—it was explosive. Project Cinder, Voss’s legacy of digital and political manipulation, was now at their fingertips. But it was protected by layers of encryption only the devil himself would design. Camilla inhaled slowly. “Let’s begin.” Sera Lang, the encryption spec

  • The Mafia Protocol   From Shadows To Sovereignty

    The night after the compound burned, Istanbul lay quiet under a moonless sky. Inside the Falcone estate, Camilla stood on the balcony, the cold wind biting at her skin, yet doing little to calm the storm inside her. She held the encrypted drive in one hand, watching the city’s lights flicker below like embers. The world moved on—unaware of the fire she had just prevented. Or the ghosts still chasing her. Behind her, the French doors creaked open. Riccardo emerged, silent but present, carrying a glass of water in one hand, a blanket in the other. He didn’t speak. He just draped the blanket around her shoulders and stood beside her. For a long while, neither of them said a word. Then Camilla broke the silence. “Do you ever wonder if we’ve become what we swore to fight against?” Riccardo turned his head, watching her carefully. “Sometimes. But then I look at you, and I know we’re not.” She arched a brow. “We didn’t do this for power, Camilla. We did it for survival. For peace. F

  • The Mafia Protocol   The Ripping Begins

    The drive whirred softly as it booted into life, encrypted layers peeling away under Camilla’s watchful gaze. In the darkened war room, only the screen’s glow illuminated her face, the flickering light catching the hard lines of her jaw. Lines her father once had. The Ashes Protocol wasn’t just a key—it was a map. A coded sequence of global entry points, cyber backdoors left within financial, political, and military infrastructure systems. All designed by one man. And now possessed by his daughter. Riccardo stood just behind her, arms crossed, watching the streams of data and coordinates unfold. “This isn’t just access. This is domination.” Marco whistled low. “He could’ve ruled governments with this.” “He didn’t want power,” Camilla muttered, fingers flying across the keys. “He wanted insurance. Against Voss. Against betrayal. Against… me ever being a pawn.” The last phrase lingered in the air. Riccardo stepped closer, setting a hand on her shoulder. “You’re not a pawn. Not

  • The Mafia Protocol   Whispers of Cinder

    Back in Istanbul, the air crackled with tension. The drive from Buenos Aires had revealed only fragments of what Camilla feared—Project Cinder wasn’t just a shadow operation. It was the blueprint for global manipulation. She stood before the war table in the Falcone compound, maps and data sprawled out like a battlefield of red ink and satellite photos. Her hands were clenched, the knuckles white, while the name Nathaniel Voss echoed in her mind like a curse. Marco stepped in, phone in hand. “Valentina’s being held downstairs. No resistance, no bargaining. But she said she’ll only speak to you.” Riccardo stood at her side, his presence grounding but taut with calculation. “She’s a wildcard.” “She’s a survivor,” Camilla corrected. “And survivors talk when they think they’ve lost.” She descended into the holding level, passing steel doors and armed guards. Valentina sat calmly inside a reinforced glass cell, wrists shackled to the table but with a composed poise that suggested she

  • The Mafia Protocol   The Price of Legacy

    The morning after the estate was destroyed, Istanbul was unusually still. Not even the seagulls dared to call out as dawn spilled like pale gold across the city’s skyline. Inside the Falcone compound, Camilla stood before a wall of monitors—each displaying fragments of the data from Esmé’s drive. She hadn’t slept. Not a moment. Her fingers traced the line of code that bore her father’s digital signature, and the hollow ache in her chest pulsed like an old scar reopened. Riccardo entered, a fresh suit on his frame, but his eyes were shadowed with the same unrest that clung to her. “They’re already responding. The attack rattled them more than expected.” Camilla didn’t look away from the screen. “Because they underestimated what I’m willing to do.” He stepped beside her, lowering his voice. “You saw his name, didn’t you?” “Yes.” Her tone was brittle. “And not just once. He wasn’t dragged into the Consortium like I thought. He was one of their architects.” Riccardo’s jaw tensed. “T

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