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"**Mario Rodriguez, founder of the Tirany cartel, father of one of the most powerful hitwoman in New York and Italy**," the first line of the document read, and Emma's heart plummeted. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the file, each line a revelation. Mario’s involvement in money laundering, drug trafficking, girls trafficking, and a myriad of other crimes painted a horrifying picture. Yet, despite the details of his illegal empire, there was no mention of her. Emma's mind raced.

Maximus Walter Skyler P.O.V Two days later, I still stayed here in Greece with Jude. I still have a mission to finish, now I am inside a warehouse that contains tons of drugs. It’s a hideout of big druglords like Mystique. I think she was the one who handled it when her father died. I was walking around and couldn't believe there were so many drugs, that's why drug problems couldn't stop and didn't run out because of the big drug lords scattered all over the world. They do it for money, many addicts are already scattered sowing havoc in the dark streets as it was the effects of it. When because of money many will do evil just to get what they want. They have nothing to do with the affected p

The rain fell visibly heavy in Sanchez’s estate; Emilio Capello’s heart is in turmoil just like the brewing storm outside. Sanchez’s study was dimly lit by a single desk lamp as he sat in a black leather chair. Sanchez, the most dreaded drug lord of Central Genoa, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His blue sparkling eyes were glued on Capello, who sat like a man about to be hanged. “Emilio, you look like shit,” Sanchez said in amusement.

It’s sad to see that my brother has been dealing illegally with Austin Foster all this while. The documents contained manifesto and agreements between a drug lord and his trusted partner. The documents are incriminating, they could ruin the said drug lord and whoever his partner might be. There are many documents that show that Riley controls some of the warehouses, and he also involves in the trafficking of humans and drugs.

I said, looking at them, “who handed this ring to me in the first place?” No one answered. “The night the Godfather was attacked, I took two bullets for him. I also led the raid on the traitor’s warehouse that very night. You’re all here today because, over all these years, I’ve protected the books, the routes, and your heads.” I said each word deliberately, then tossed a stack of new files onto the table. They were the extended lists from the Drake case. Each name had amounts, dates, and transaction records next to it.

Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken me down. As if her cheating and lying weren't a sledgehammer enough. "So what do you plan to do?" I paused my rapid typing and thinned my eyes at the odd numbers on the screen of my monitor, heat rolling up my spine when the numbers failed to coincide. Just another person to die at the hands of the Cattanios, and this time, a thief who thought he'd get away with cooking books and stealing half a million from a mega sale of desomorphine, or better known as Krokodil.

It was a perfect arrangement that worked well over the years. But when Nic started thinking back over his life, there were things about his father that he didn't like. Nic didn't like cheating people. He preferred to scare them. That usually got the message across even better. And when Nic was a teen going into his twenties, instead of turning the blind eye like his father did...he started dealing with the weapons runners, to gain more money. He didn't approve of drugs, so they could still use his restaurants, but he was not a part of their deals and made sure they all knew it.

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 walked me behind the desk and I was surprised to see hundreds of files on the homescreen. " Pull up an overview of our stock clients Derek " " Of course sir " Not even ten seconds passed and he had it up. " My industry manages stocks for the biggest companies in the world. We make sure their money is secure and we provide the best facilities possible. " I looked at the overview a little surprised. I saw all the biggest companies in his list. Apple, Samsung, Verizon, Gucci, YSL. If you named a company there was a 99.99% chance it was here. They were also storing millions even a few billions in their stocks. On the side was also a list of CEO's he needed to get in contact with. At the botto

It was both the young man’s charm and weakness. While the blind teen had enough respect for Chatura, a famous strategist, he hated dealing with snake-like personalities. They already had several ticking time bombs in the Godly Food Party, and the Lau Triad’s influence could only shield Zen from so much harm. Damian Gorski had provoked half the Round Table, and Zen had rejected everyone there. An omerta might be sacred, but it was not always upheld by both parties. There were many ways to cancel an omerta, usually involving the death of one party, and Liu Feng did not wish to crush his younger sworn brother’s skull. It would not be easy to replace Zen’s culinary talent, and it would be imposs