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"No." "Okay girl, so be ready to learn everything," she says while hooking her arm with mine. "The Italian mafia used to be run by the Genovese's for almost a century but the actual cosa nostra was The Russo's, so while The Genovese's ruled—The Russo's were under them as a minority that was till Alessio became the head." "After Alessio took his position as the head of The Russo family, finally the Russo's started working with The Genovese's instead of working under them."

The other English man with black hair uttered. Roberto exchanged looks with Elio, and Elio grinned. “Yes. He is here already.” He pointed to Roberto, and Roberto looked at the white men. “Say something, Roberto,” Elio added, and he nodded. “I am Roberto Galante, the son of Giovanni Galante,” Roberto uttered, feeling so proud of himself. “He is the head of the Mafia in Italy, it has always been in the family since day zero.” Elio butted in, and Roberto smiled faintly.

Adrian was a tall, handsome man, he looked just like his dad except he was more brawny and his hair was completely brown while his dad's hair was mostly grey. The Nicolettis and Marianos were the two powerful Italian mafias in Massachusetts and they owned most of the territories. The smaller gangs operated far away from their territories and anyone who wanted to use their territories had to have an agreement with them. It was the same between them, if either one of them needed to use the other's territory, they had to agree on it so as to prevent war between them. "Buona sera, Leonardo." (Good evening, Leonardo.) "Buona sera, Carlos." (Good evening, Carlos.)

It was a lie, all his life. "Michael, I understand you're perplexed right now, but you should stop your rampage inside your office. It's bad enough already. You are Michael Mezzaluna, the Don, the Boss, the Leader of the most influential mafia family in Italy at the moment. After almost two decades of adversity and desertion, you have emerged as a resilient individual.” Alba said.

He was the leader of the Most dangerous Mafia group of Italy " He is known as Bratt, in his dark world, the heartless, Cruel Mafia leader. Bratt, his name is the second name of fear for the people of Italy. But they only know the name. They have never seen him. That's how he carries his two identities. He is Brandon Rodriguez, a businessman and Bratt in his dark mafia world. He sat on a posh leather couch, putting his leg on his other leg like a boss. Well, he is the boss.

Jag replies. "Well I found out who's backing them. And it's not good. It's a branch of the Italian Mafia. The head of the group is an Italian guy named Salvatore Lucania." Sam reports. "His second in command is Tony Moretti. They have ties in the Italian mafia like cousins." Sam explains. "They moved here to run the American side." "We are royally fucked then. We can't take on the Italian Mafia. No fucking way." Replies LJ. The others groan their agreement. They've never had to go up against the Italian Mafia. Or any other mafia.

"Oh, no. They are more like his childhood companies that became brothers. His second-in-command; Vincenzo Moretti, the one with the green eyes. Lorenzo Balducci, the man who ensures everything is in order for the boss. Marcelo Vitali, the chief of staff. And Romeo Alleva, the one in charge of recruits training. These five guys have been together since they were born. All grew up together and lived in the same neighborhood." "Really?" Rosalie inquired with curiosity as she didn't imagine the ruthless mafia boss to have any friends. "They all wanted to do such different things." Teresa chimed in. "I've known these boys since they were babes. Always found together, and whenever something happen

Author's P O V. THREE WEEKS EARLIER The Curtez's family were known to rank number 2 among the Italian Mafia hierarchy. After the Delmando mafia family that ranked number one in not just Italy but also countless neighbouring countries and states. Samuel Curtez was the second child of Gustavo Curtez and Amelia Curtez. Gustavo was known by everyone in the Mafia organization to be a don on his own. Gustavo was cruel and ruthless and feared nothing or anyone. He was on top of his A game and didn't give a fuck about anyone, not even his family, not even Samuel.

“Do you think he’s behind Michael’s disappearance?” “I don’t know what I’m thinking!” Vincent was so done with these people. Couldn’t they just answer like normal people? “I just want to know who this man is. What do you know about him?” “Vittorio Anthony Falsetti,” Ajax told him. “Also known as Diavolo, which means Devil. An American-Italian mafia gangster. The drug kingpin. And of course, a wanted criminal in more than fifty countries. He’s not the man you trifle with. He has got connections all over the world. Ever heard about the Five Families?” He raised an eyebrow.

~ DEMETRI [POV] ~ Life has a way of just fucking one in the face sometimes. And sometimes it throws a bone at your feet and forces you to be grateful for it as fucking compensation. I sat behind my desk, staring hard at the photo of Rowen Santaro from the files Jacob brought over two days ago. At first I thought it could be a coincidence that the man shared the same last name as the family of the once biggest mafia organization in the country, the one that had been wiped out.