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Giovanni took one of the seats on the table and waited quietly for the next order from his host. “I hope you know why you are here?” the godfather started, staring at Giovanni. “I received a letter of summon some days ago so I'm here,” Giovanni replied. The godfather rang a small bell on the table and some moments later, a guard walked in, holding a bottle and two glasses in a gold crested tray. He placed it on the table and turned the wine into two glasses before walking out again. “Help yourself.” the godfather said, pointing at the glass. He picked up one glass and took a sip before dropping it on the table. He took out a stick of tobacco and lit it, puffing the smoke out through his nost

I thought of the whispers about a ledger that had been going around the mafia council years before, a ledger containing the names, accounts and secrets of five of the most influential criminal families. A book that could either rule or destroy kingdoms because it was so dangerous. Did her father steal that ledger? And worse. Did she know of it? I had my doubts. I know Federico or should I say Adrian Caruso was worse than a snake and he was a thief but would he possibly still have the ledger? Eve did not look to be a powerful person. She pretended to be someone trapped in a world she didn't understand fighting for her life. I wrote three names on a new page of the notebook each of which made

I replied with a steady voice. "Excellent. Ahh, Petra you are right on time, he replied with a slow, sinister smile." Godfather offered me a seat, and I reluctantly sat down. From a drawer, he pulled out papers, two of them and slid then to me. One empty and the other one with something written on it. "Now this is it, Petra, You are to transfer what is written on this paper to blank sheet of paper." I said nothing and I obliged. I picked the paper from the table and read through the contents.

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.

I wanted to yell but I kept it in. Luca’s jaw twitched, and something like .… pity flashed across his face. He didn’t apologize of course not, instead he opened a drawer and brought out a book. He handed the book to me. A thick, black, heavy manual. The kind you’d get if you were being hired as a personal assistant for a mafia boss or a royal descendant.

The first words on it makes me blink twice…I haven't seen this name in a long time, it's a name that it seems like everyone but me has forgotten. Journal of Gerald Adams, leader of the Phoenix mafia clan. I look at it and look back up at uncle Vito…he's fucking with me. “Go on” he says and I flip through the pages, skimming through heart gripping details of a mafia underworld, of drug dealers and hired killers…all written in my father's unique and irreplicable handwriting. “What the fuck…?“ I whisper, hands shaking as I stare at a picture of my father holding a gun to an already dead man's head and a writing under it:

"Sherly, you know how dangerous those events can be. Are you sure it's wise to go?Sherly bit his lower lip. She knows that her father is worried about her. After all, the mafia world isn't as good as what others think. It was chaotic, dirty, and full of blood. She sighed, knowing that her father's concern was justified. She smiled as she said, "I understand, Dad. But attending this ball is crucial for gathering information and maintaining my connections within the underworld." She then leaned back to her chair. "Besides, I leave this open for a long time and let my aid who betrayed me go and have a connection. That was the greatest mistake I've done in my part. So, this time, I wanted to be

I packed only my most essential things: a few changes of clothes, my mother’s pearl necklace, the Luccarelli family ring I wore around my neck, and the gun I kept hidden in my nightstand. I walked past the bookshelf and paused, my fingers brushing the spine of an old copy of The Godfather. It was the first thing Vincenzo had ever given me since three years ago, thrown at my head after a particularly tense meeting. “Read this,” he’d said. “You need to learn how this world works.” I’d read it three times. I left it on the shelf. Thirty minutes later, I dragged the suitcase out of the bedroom. Vincenzo was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, a smirk on his face like he’d already won.

And then there was Vincenzo. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. He was supposed to be a monster. The ruthless "Godfather" everyone in the underworld whispered about in hushed, terrified tones. But when he looked at Leo, or when he stood in the hallway with his shirt unbuttoned and his eyes tired, he just looked like a man carrying a heavy, invisible weight.

I stand next to him. " What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts. One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right.