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The Devil’s Game
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2025-04-16 20:06:40
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The Mafia Protocol Crown Of Blood And Fire
The city of Palermo wore its scars like medals—proof of survival, testimony of war. The Falcone estate, once charred and silent, now stood rebuilt in marble and steel. Stronger. Harsher. A monument not to tradition, but to transformation. Inside, under the high vaulted ceilings of the grand hall, Camilla Falcone walked toward her destiny. She wore no crown, no jewels—just a sleek black suit, tailored like armor, and a presence that commanded silence. Every seat was filled. Heads of syndicates. Underworld kings. Government ghosts. Even Veronica, now at the helm of the Italian arms operation, stood tall beside Luca. Reza and Aurora flanked her like sentinels. At the far end of the room, Riccardo waited, his suit midnight-black, his eyes fixed on Camilla with a quiet reverence. The storm between them had settled, leaving only steel trust and silent understanding. She stopped at the center of the room. “Are you ready?” Aurora asked from the side. Camilla took a breath. “I was born
The Mafia Protocol Ashes and Empire
The first sunrise after victory should have brought peace. Instead, it brought fire. Camilla was still in the Berlin safehouse when the message came through—encrypted, fragmented, and wrapped in a digital cloak only Aurora could peel back. The red alert flare in Aurora’s voice was unmistakable. “They hit Palermo,” Aurora whispered. “The estate… it’s gone.” Camilla’s stomach dropped. “Casualties?” “Minimal. Veronica had moved most of the household two nights ago, just in case. But the message was clear. They waited until you secured the syndicate.” Riccardo’s jaw clenched. He was already on his feet, grabbing his coat and keys. “Who?” Camilla asked. Aurora hesitated. “You won’t believe it.” Camilla’s eyes narrowed. “Try me.” “The Black Key. The splinter faction Cassian once disavowed. They’ve gone rogue. And they’ve formed an alliance—with Dagonet.” Riccardo’s expression darkened. “That bastard survived?” Aurora nodded. “Worse. He’s leading what’s left of the anti-Falcone l
The Mafia Protocol The Wolf Among Jackals
Berlin was cold in a way that crept into your bones. The kind of cold that reminded Camilla of her childhood—of concrete walls, broken promises, and the quiet determination of someone who had no one but herself. She stared at her reflection in the hotel mirror, hardly recognizing the woman in front of her. Gone was Camilla Falcone, the notorious queen of Italy’s underworld. In her place stood “Elisabeth Weiss,” a carefully constructed identity, forged in weeks of cyber infiltration and covert artistry. Aurora had overseen every detail—from the forged passports to the Austrian accent that slipped so easily off Camilla’s tongue now. Her backstory was clean. Her financials, credible. Even her connections had been fabricated with the help of Reza’s global network. Still, she didn’t need fake papers to command power. Camilla adjusted the pin on her lapel—an innocuous piece of jewelry that doubled as a mic and a tracker—and turned to Riccardo. He stood at the edge of the room, arms cro
The Mafia Protocol The Silent War
The sun rose slowly over the Falcone estate, bleeding gold through the cracked clouds. But there was no peace in the warmth. Not yet. Camilla stood in the war room, eyes fixed on the wall of screens detailing Cassian’s connections. What began as a revenge plot had revealed something far more insidious: a hidden syndicate, fractured but alive, embedded in systems far beyond Cassian Vale. He hadn’t been the head of the serpent—only a fang. Riccardo entered, dressed in black, his voice gravelled from the smoke of the night before. “The men are ready. Say the word, and we hit their holdings in Milan, Paris, and São Paulo.” Camilla didn’t turn around. “Too easy. We strike too hard now, we scare them into hiding. No. I want the heads.” Riccardo moved closer. “Then we need bait.” She finally looked at him. “We already have it.” Reza Talhoun arrived at noon, dressed like a diplomat, eyes like a warlord. He’d brought the final puzzle piece with him—a dossier compiled by Mossad detailing
The Mafia Protocol Through Fire
The storm didn’t break in thunder—it came in silence. The estate’s perimeter alarms buzzed softly, just enough to alert those attuned to the undercurrent of danger. Inside, Camilla was in the study with Leo, helping him with a puzzle. His brow furrowed in concentration, tongue poking from the corner of his mouth. She smiled faintly—such innocence, such peace. A knock at the door. “Camilla,” Aurora called, her voice clipped, urgent. Camilla stood, a quiet shift in her posture. She opened the door to find Aurora holding her tablet out, a satellite feed flickering to life. Several black SUVs had pulled off a side road not far from the estate—too far to trigger external defense, too close for coincidence. “They’re not moving,” Aurora said. “Just sitting.” “Waiting,” Camilla murmured. “He’s here.” Aurora glanced toward the hallway where Leo was now humming to himself. “You want me to move him to the bunker?” Camilla hesitated. “No. We do this differently.” Down in the security win
The Mafia Protocol The Next Target
The morning sun filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm, deceptive glow across the Falcone estate. Peace, for all its glory, was fleeting. And Camilla knew better than to trust the quiet. She stood on the balcony outside her suite, dressed in black slacks and a silk blouse, sipping espresso as her eyes scanned the horizon. The city had returned to motion—but beneath its surface, shadows stirred. Behind her, Riccardo emerged, his shirt half-buttoned, tie slung loosely around his neck. “You didn’t sleep,” he said, not as a question but a quiet statement of fact. She didn’t deny it. “Something’s coming.” “Trouble?” “Opportunity wearing a mask.” He stepped beside her, following her gaze toward the eastern industrial district. “You think they’re regrouping?” “I don’t think,” she replied. “I know.” Downstairs, the war room was alive with tension. Enzo, Aurora, and a few trusted lieutenants were already seated. The map had been updated. Red circles marked unusual activity i
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