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I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. “Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess” With a book in my hand, I walked back to Nikolai's seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

He answered it in front of me. At that time, I saw a stain of fresh blood on his sleeve. . Was that real blood? Gosh, I knew it was. I have seen blood like a million times. How could I be mistaken about that? Even he does bad things just like his boss. I have read about these people. They are ruthless and merciless bad guys. . And the leader is Vyom Grover, who has purchased me. . . I could tell from my only meeting with him that he was frightening and dangerous as the rumors wrote down in our local newspaper.

Leonardo paused in his speech. He accessed my facial expression before going on. "It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death"

Orella continued. Silvia shook her head and said, "You don't have to apologize to me." Orella smiled and started talking about the business she was doing in some of the smaller towns in Italy. "I heard Dante isn't in Naples," Silvia said after hearing all of Orella's information. Orella nodded, and she said that Dante was busy with his business. It was because his enemies were starting to mess with the man's business. She also told Silvia about her having eliminated the person behind her brother's death.

The young man being chased was Rodrigo Santos, the son of the well known Spanish don that had recently moved to Italy. Peace could never reign in a place where power clashed with power. The Moranos have always been known to be the rulers of the Italian underworld, with another don moving into their country and their city, they expected him to submit to them, but the Santos came from a line of mafia kings, they never bowed their heads to anyone. Furthermore there has been a long lasting enmity between these two behemoth Mafia families. Enzo Morano and Draco Santos have been enemies since the start of their lives. The names Santos and Morano never mixed as both families have been enemies for c

As an author who has written about the history of Italian mafia in New York, what do you think is the cause of this war? 'As I wrote in my book, their source of income is no longer New York. They don't make money through bootlegging, tribute, prostitution, or extortion anymore. Even if they did, it would be mere pocket change to them. New York's mafia has already transformed into international criminal organizations. In this situation, they wouldn't be fighting over New York's interests. Therefore, I suspect that long-standing conflicts between organizations have resurfaced.' 'Long-standing conflicts between organizations...' 'Simply put, it's revenge that has been repeated between organizat

Chiara Moretti Alessandro stared down at me, his jaw tight. "You say that now," he said, and took a step toward me. "But you do not understand what you are asking for, Chiara. The mafia world is not a boardroom. It is not about signing papers or making smart investments. It is a world built on blood, loyalty, and extreme violence. It is filled with people who will not hesitate to cut your throat just to send a message."

Unfortunately, it was something I never thought I would have to do. I left the bedroom not long after, taking my time to memorize the hallway as I walked. Every expensive sculpture and painting was a clear sign of just how wealthy these men were. Money oozed from everything I passed by, even the marble floors I walked on. Money that probably didn't come by honestly, but money nonetheless. Dylan always said the mafia was everywhere in Italy, and that they sometimes find you even when you aren't looking for them. Courtesy of her reading way too many mafia-related romance books. But... was she wrong? I mean...

” “Actually, I know quite a lot about them. I was quite obsessed with the movie “The godfather” I was so impressed by Joe Profaci, who used his olive oil distributorship as a front for his illegal activities, and Carlo Gambino, who used a quiet, non-flashy style en route to power. That movie inspired me to take on a very dangerous project while I was in school. I did a story on the Italian last Mafia Lord Matteo Messina Denaro, also known as Diabolik. He was the Godfather of the New York Mafia, and I was privileged to meet with him for a few minutes before he got assassinated by some scumbags. So, yes Drake. I’ve had dealings with the Mafia Lord before, and I know quite a lot about their und

" Rose got out of the car and stood in front of Leo's construction company. It was so huge that her neck ached as she looked up. It was the first time she had visited him in his "damn" office. Dealing with weapons and drugs is profitable. The scoundrel was the richest guy she'd ever met, and the funniest thing was that everyone knew he was a mafia boss. A heartless criminal, no one can do anything to him. Everyone, police, and politicians are afraid of him, but not for long. She walked inside the building, it was very luxurious and bustling with staff. His office was upstairs, so she took the elevator up to him.