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As I returned to the manor to pack my luggage, the door to the study was pushed open. Gina walked in, holding a black ledger bound in lambskin. That was the core secret of the Corleone family—the "Black Book" recording every money laundering channel and every bribed official. "Leaving so soon, Elena?" Gina smiled with a look of pure innocence, yet her hands moved quickly to shove that heavy ledger deep into the luggage I had just packed.

This rigorous structure allows the organization to thrive and expand. The First Modern Godfather: Don Vito Cascio Ferro The first truly known and recognized godfather is Vito Cascio Ferro (1862-1943). A shrewd and ruthless man, he modernizes the mafia and imposes a systematic extortion called the pizzo: a form of tax that all merchants must pay under threat of sanctions. He liked to say that he "pecked" this money like a sparrow pecks its water in a puddle, hence the very term pizzo.

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

“I don’t need you anymore. The driver is waiting with your money and new identity. Go away and never come back to Springfield. Your job is done.” “Yes, boss,” the nurse said, walking to the closet to retrieve a baseball bat and hand it to him. “Thanks,” The Godfather watched silently as she left them alone, the sound of the door closing echoing through the room. A malicious smile played across Connor’s face as he ominously loomed over his target. He smiled as he greeted the don, but couldn’t help noticing the Godfather’s trembling lips. Connor pulled a chair across the floor, its legs screeching, and sat down beside him. “Has anyone shared any breaking news with you?”

Last of all, I entered a young man Gabriel didn’t recognize. Gabriel's legs weakened. He stared at Dolphus with horror blooming in his eyes. Dolphus had even tracked down the VIP duty manager from back then. Except for the young man, both the driver and the manager had pocketed Gabriel's money. The young man shifted nervously. His eyes moved to Dolphus's direction, then took where Gamma Raphael was standing. He brought out a worn diary that looked older than some wolves in the pack. He then set it gently on the table, which is close to Raphael.

Then I headed to the small desk near the window, my pulse thundering in my ears as I placed the heavy book down and slipped my hand under my top to bring out the diary. I opened it again, to make sure I had seen correctly and it was really my father's name scrawled inside. Francesco Russo. Seeing his name made my throat tighten with guilt, it reminded me of my purpose. For some time I had been so enamoured by Ricardo and the fact that so many horrible things kept happening that it had stopped me from remembering my purpose. Seeing this book meant one of two things, one, Ricardo or Mr Palazzo may have taken it, maybe after killing him off. Two, He was really a Mafia and he was close enough to

I flip open the first page, quickly scanning through the wordings on the cover. I freeze, my eyes quickly scanning through. "Blackstone. Sending this to you so you can always have the names of all your enemies right beside you. The Familia belongs to you now. Long live Luca Blackstone. Long live our Capo dei Capi. Your best buddy, Ricardo." The book slithers out of my hand and lands on the table with a harsh thud. No! No, it can't be. I know that name, Blackstone. I hate that name.

“This is your last chance, Paulo. I currently have five missing shipments, all under your watch, who have you been betraying me with, huh. Who have you been selling my information to?” “I promise Il Falco, I do not know anything about your missing shipments. I promise.” Already fed up with his lies, I chipped off his thumb, sharp and unforgiving, the sound of his scream echoed into the silent space. His screams didn’t last long as I collected my gun, the cold metal pressing into my palm. The gun didn’t make a sound. Just a soft click, a muted thud, and then silence as I watched the dark pool of blood trail from his skull while light left his eye.

Jericho clipped. "Yeah," I debated on whether or not to reveal the next bit of information to Jericho but I knew, of I wasn't the one to tell him then he would lose his trust in me completely, "my father recently received a book. It was something the head family kept, detailing how, when, and where they took care of anybody that got in their way. It doesn't incriminate anyone in the mafia now. Only members that are dead. But, my dad thinks if he can decipher it he can finally figure out what happened to your father's body. And I guess if he deciphers it then a lot of the living members will finally be incriminated and put behind bars." "Holy shit," Jericho let out a long whistle before going

I said calmly. Don Francesco raised an eyebrow. “You should be asking me what I want in return for the information you’re asking for.” For the first time since I arrived, Don Francesco looked slightly startled. Only for a second. But I saw it. The old man straightened his posture and folded his hands behind his back. “So that’s how it is now,” Don Francesco said slowly. I only smirked. Don Francesco sighed before speaking again. “Alessandro went to see the Godfather today.” My eyes narrowed slightly.