“We have a problem,” Morelli said, turning himself a drink.“What is it?” Enzo asked.“Rafael. Rafael is the problem. He's contesting to be don too.” Morelli revealed, tipping the glass filled with alcohol over his lips.“What!” Enzo seethed angrily. “Who is Rafael?” he asked, a bit calmly.“A hot headed, dangerous capo. He leads the gangs around the old town area.” Morelli explained.Enzo chuckled, “Why does he want to be don?” fury was building up within him. He had worked hard for this, and now someone wanted to take it away.“I don't know for sure, but he has the money. He has men too. It's just one of those usual ambitions.”Enzo chuckled dangerously “If he ever becomes a problem we can't handle then I'm going to have to take him out.”“Calm down. You don't win all battles by using the gun.” Morelli advised. “I think you should use this time to prove why you are a better option.”“I don't have the time for all that, uncle. I've worked too hard for this to let a single man stand in

Morelli, Rafael, and the rest of the Capos were seated in the usual meeting room. This time, the room was arranged differently. Morelli and Rafael sat separated from the rest on a raised platform. The air in the room was tense. It wasn't just going to be another meeting. The council of Capos was going to elect a new don today. Rafael eyed Morelli from where he sat, a few meters apart. He was dressed in a black casual shirt and trousers with some pieces of silver jewelry. “We will start the voting process now. Whoever gets the highest votes cast will be made the don.” the leader of the process announced and both men turned their attention to him. Morelli straightened up on his chair, his lips going tight against each other. The process started and the ballot paper went around. Each man was to make a tick on their preferred candidate's name and return the paper to the box. After the box had gone round, the count started.“Rafael, one vote.” The moderator raised the paper up, showing

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed after checking his pockets for his phone without finding it. He then remembered he had left it on the table in his office before stepping out. He sighed in desperation before shifting to another side of the wall. His gun was held firmly in his hands as he listened for any sound to alert him of the attacker.“One… two… three” He made a mental note, counting as he listened to the footsteps. There were three distinct footsteps, meaning his attackers were three or even more. He looked at the gun in his hand. It contained only five rounds of bullets, meaning he'd have to give each person a bullet each. The footsteps got closer and he braced himself up. He rammed his fists into the first attacker, making him yell out quickly as he staggered backward. The action had been sudden and unexpected, making the attacker's gun fly out of his hands.The second attacker fired a bullet quickly and he ducked, making the bullet hit the wall behind him. The entire up floor was sound

Cielo heaved a sigh of relief after hearing a response. She could hear the indecision in his tone but that didn't matter to her at all. “Giovanni was attacked and he is laying half dead at the club office. You have to get down here immediately before he crosses to the other side.” She said and heard Giovanni snort behind him. She could hear footsteps at the other side as the consigliere got down from the chair he sat in. He quickly picked up his car keys and gun from the table before putting on his shoes.“Are you serious about what you just said?” he asked as he rushed toward the door, his heart beating faster than normal. He was playing video games on his console before the disturbing news came in. “Why would I call you with his phone to joke about this?” She fired back. “You better rush down here. He is already losing a lot of blood.” She added. “You will find him at the office complex. I'm sure you know how to find your way there.” She said before hanging up.The mortified consi

Cielo woke up to the loud ringing noise from her phone. She groaned and tossed on the bed before picking up the phone. It was a text message from the institution. They never made calls, only texts. She opened the message, read its contents, and then sighed softly. She had to be at the institution today.She got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom where she took her bath. She walked out some minutes later with a towel tied around her waist before walking into the closet. She creamed herself and changed into a black combat jogger, black t-shirt, and a black jacket. She packed her hair in a bun and used her perfume before walking out of the closet.She picked up her phones and car keys before walking out of the room. She locked the door and walked down the stairs. It was some minutes until nine o'clock on her watch. She still had more than an hour to be at the institution. She looked at her watch and contemplated going to see Giovanni but thought about it. She would have to spend