All Chapters of The Godmother’s Eviction Notice: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"District Seven loan sharks refuse to pay," my security chief said, sliding a tablet across my desk. "The boss says Bianca seized their books. Four bars in the red-light strip shut their doors. Word on the street is simple. No payouts for the Long Island widows, no tribute to the family."I stared at the wall of red numbers on the screen. I said nothing.After last night's summit, Bianca rented out an entire floor at an underground tavern downtown. Videos of old-school capos toasting drinks with her were already flooding our encrypted network.The old men thought I was young. They thought a woman meant a soft target.A soft knock came at the study door.The heavy door cracked open. Gia walked in, holding a carved cedar cigar box. Her eyes were swollen red, and her steps were tiny and hesitant."Boss." She stopped three steps away, sobbing softly. "You didn't sleep at all last night. I brought these Cubans from downtown. My late husband smoked them for his headaches."I leaned back in m

"Liar. You ruined us!"The heavy oak doors had barely closed when the screaming started outside.No luxury suites. No security. Only mountains of debt left behind by their dead husbands. The Sisterhood fell apart in seconds. A younger woman lunged at Bianca, grabbing her hair and slamming her head hard against the stone wall."You promised us fifty million. You swore Scarlett would fold."More hands reached in. Nails clawed at flesh. Silk scarves ripped away. They pinned Bianca down on the cold stones, kicking and punching."Back off, you cowards."Bianca pulled a switchblade from her boot. She slashed the nearest woman's forearm open.Blood hit the wall. The scream echoed down the hall.Bianca scrambled to her feet, waving the bloody blade."Touch me again. Just try it. Fighting each other won't save you. We stick together or we die."The women backed away, clutching open cuts. Fear and pure hatred filled their eyes.I watched the brawl from the second-floor gallery. Then I turned and

"Keep your barrels down and tucked in. Nobody moves until I say so."11:50 PM, the main council hall.Bianca pulled the collar of her trench coat tight. Over a dozen women stood behind her. Their coats bulged with hidden handguns and homemade pipe bombs.Just days ago, these widows sobbed in the Long Island shelter. Now, they stared at the double doors, their eyes burning with greed. Several veteran capos sat in the shadows at the back of the hall, smoking cigars and watching in cold silence. Not a single man moved to stop them."Bianca, can we actually trust the South District?" a younger woman whispered, her fingers digging hard into the blade hidden in her sleeve."Their trucks already smashed through the east checkpoint," Bianca hissed, turning her head. "What are you scared of? That woman is on her deathbed. The second she signs the papers tonight, we open fire. Anyone protects her, we take out the elders too. South Port belongs to us, and we split the vault cash down the middle."

"Open the door! I have proof! Let me in!"Shouting echoed from the hallway as the women shoved and cursed at each other.I sat behind my desk, lit a cigarette, and watched the white smoke drift through the cold light.The door flew open. A figure tumbled inside.It was Gia.Her hair was a rat's nest, and her scraped knees bled through her slacks. She scrambled across the floor until she reached the edge of my desk."Boss! Look at mine first!" Gia reached down her collar, pulled out a flash drive, and slammed it onto the wood.She dropped to her knees on the floor. "Bianca's wiretaps are all in here! She bought the C4 from the South District. She ordered the trucks to smash the gates. I recorded every word! She even hid a four-million-dollar cash ledger under her husband's headstone!"She lunged forward to grab the hem of my slacks. A guard stepped up and shoved a rifle butt directly into her chest.Gia's eyes welled with tears, and she dropped back onto her knees. "Bianca put a gun to