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They didn’t give a shit about me or Sarah or this mess. They were just waiting — waiting to see if the great Marco De Luca would finally snap and give them the show they were hungry for. I clenched my fists in my pockets, nails biting into my palms. If I gave in — if I so much as twitched in front of them — they’d print that headline too. ‘The Mafia Heir Spirals Out of Control.’ ‘De Luca Legacy: Rotten to the Core.’ I could already see the fucking words plastered across tomorrow’s papers.

Amy uttered in pure abhorrence for the person who tried to harm her friend. “Girls… Girls…Hold on. Do you have any idea who that man is? What he is capable of doing to Gina? ” Mia spoke switching glances between her friends who grew silent hearing her question because both had no idea about the man. Mia exhaled a deep breath and decides to enlighten them. “He is Alvish Lorenzo, the mafia lord of the underworld. He is a very powerful man in Sicily.” Hearing this Amy let out a shriek and covered her mouth in surprise to which Mia only nodded her head.

Mike's POV My meeting with Nate was not as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't know him before now but seeing how he was able to get my contact for him to reach out to me. It simply means he is a very dangerous man and he can get anything he wants. Thinking about it now, that's not so far-fetched from what a mafia can do. Nothing goes hidden in their watch except for something they lack interest in. I need to get informants like his for myself.

Chapter 2 (SYSTEM STARTED) Arsenio opened his eyes slowly. Several times, his eyes narrowed because of the blue light that looked very bright, which then brought up a notification window in front of him. Arsenio rubbed his eyes, not believing what he had just seen. [The Strongest Mafia System] [Accept] [Yes No] To answer his curiosity, Arsenio pressed [Yes]. Even though he was a little hesitant, the man didn't have anything else that could make him feel disappointed. Running out of money, dumped by his lover, and on the verge of death. The man had experienced it all.

My heart started pounding as I scrolled through them. News headlines, with pictures and Tweets. “Senator Rivera’s daughter sold to Sicilian mafia boss Azrael Valenti.” “Who is Celeste Rivera? The senator’s scandalous secret.” #MafiaPrincess #RiveraDeal #AzraelValenti There were photos too. Me in the gardens. Me standing on the balcony. Me getting into Azrael’s car. All over the internet. “Oh my god.” My throat went dry. Enzo took a step back. “Celeste, I didn’t—”

Federal Bureau of Investigation, FBI. "You've just witnessed the arrest of Ricardo Luciano, known as the Italian mafia godfather of New York. This footage is being exclusively broadcasted by our station. The arrest of this mafia godfather was carried out in utmost secrecy, and the fact of his arrest was only revealed to the outside world moments ago. Now, let's connect with our reporter in New York." The screen changed.

"Until we control New York, we don't have the manpower to intimidate the Irish. We hit Niko now, take the Five Families, and then we crush them all." I exhaled, barely holding back my frustration. "Killing Niko won't make me Capo. It'll make me a traitor." The mafia wasn't just about brute force, it was a web of intricate balance. One wrong move, and everything unraveled. Vito scowled. "So we sit and wait?" I turned away, pacing.

I shouldn’t be reading when a new alert pops up. Mia bangs on my door two seconds later. “Open up,” she says. “You need to see this before his guys sanitize it off your feeds.” I unlock the door. She barges in with her laptop already open and drops it on the bed between us. A news site blares in bold: > **MAFIA CRACKDOWN: AUTHORITIES INVESTIGATE MARCO D’ANGELO & ASSOCIATES** Beneath it: photos. One of the rivals is smug in a suit.

I’m ready, dressed in all black, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots. Today is the day I take down the Blanche brothers to be given the title of the next Mafia king. My father currently holds the title, and he’s ready to hand it over to me along with twelve hundred thousand dollars as my own. I’m standing outside the billion-dollar restaurant located in the heart of Alt rec. The Blanche brothers usually come here on a Saturday night to drink and be entertained by women.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.