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“Who are they?” “I don’t know, sir. They are some kind of…” He could not finish it before he was killed. Somebody riddled the entire car with bullets, ammo-piercing bullets. I laid down and pulled the chair above us lower. The bullets kept on riddling the entire car, and that was when I knew that this was an organized crime. They were here after Dennis and me. They were not here for anybody else, but Dennis and me, and Lamo had been caught in the midst of it.

“Maybe you should take this up with him.” “I’d end up choosing violence over a civilised conversation, B, which is so not me.” He fanned his face. “He offered this to us because everyone else refused. I can bet on it.” There was no doubt about that. “All aside, do you know the details on our target, or do I need to brief?” I shook my head. I knew all I needed to know about our target Adonis Vitale, Capo of the Vitale Empire, which was one of the two organised crime families in New York, collectively known as Cosa Nostra, aside from the Illianos Family.

As they watched Sherly, Maria, and Kim deftly navigate through the crowd, deflecting questions and evading prying eyes with ease, George couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for their skill and cunning. They really couldn't help but admire them for their skills. It is no wonder they're part of the most successful organization in the whole underworld. Even in other countries, they tried to imitate them but failed to do so. "You have to hand it to them," George remarked, his tone tinged with respect. "The boss of the Information Center is not someone to be underestimated. With her intellect and resourcefulness, it's only a matter of time before these people scatter like ants." George d

He looked almost broken. "I need the evidence April. Gabrielle Genovese is part of the Mafia, and we need to make her face the law." He said, his voice sounding hollow. April shook her head. "No, we won't do that. We're going to pack our stuff and get the fuck out of here because the people we work for are assholes, they've been taking money from the mafia for years and covering up their track, they've been sabotaging our investigation, they've been getting us killed while they stocked themselves up with dirty money, so we won't be doing shit for them." April yelled as she stepped into his space.

She said with a smile. “Hmm, Lydia, we kind of need your help.” Eddy said nervously and Lydia raised a brow curiously. “With what?” “We need you to help us kill someone.” Eddy said and Lydia froze. “What?” “Okay, take a seat.” Eddy said and pulled her to sit. “Have you ever heard of mafias? Russians? Drug lords and dealers? Assassins?” Eddy asked. “Yeah, yes I have.” “Good.” “Whats good about it?”

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

So far the police were simply fishing and had no concrete evidence that tied my father to any crime but his lawyers advised us to lay low. I poured scotch into my glass and took a sip. The alcohol burned my throat on the way down. Neko walked into the Living room in a Thong and lace bra. “Welcome home Master!” Neko exclaimed in happiness. Nicoli spits out his drink when he saw her and the sight simply made me want to laugh. I watched as Nicoli coughed out all the alcohol he had breathed in when he saw Neko in her ‘Uniform’ or so she called it.

I was also given a crash course in organized crime and how it operates and what to do if I found myself on the wrong side of the law. Fabio agreed to make things look as legitimate as they can be. He knew how to play any role he was given very well and I knew that he was clinical and his execution he wasn't as messy as Carlyle because Cara was really messy is not only a clean guy but he was messy with regards to how he handled the whole Maxwell debacle I know that he messed up and I hope that he forgives Maxwell for messing up but I on the other hand couldn't believe that he did a clean job you make it look as dirty as can be so that when the cops come looking or when there's an investigatio

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

DANTE The room was quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing. Three men were tied to metal chairs in the middle of the basement. Blood stained the concrete floor beneath them. I stood by the table, slowly removing my gloves. None of them dared to look at me. They had tried to kill me two nights ago, now they were shaking like frightened animals. I pulled out the chair across from them and sat down calmly. My men stood behind me in silence. “I’m going to ask this once,” I said, my voice echoed softly in the cold room. “Who sent you?”