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Is this what I was thinking? "Yes, Princess. Debbie your momma, and my brother, your father, run the strongest and most powerful Mafia gang here in America." "What are you saying!!? Like I belong to a mafia family and I have never known anything about it? Even Oliver's family doesn't have any idea? Impossible!! I don't even know who I am any longer" "I'm not done" Uncle Luca informed looking unperturbed at the least. Wow! "So there's more?" "Definitely. Your parents head the strongest mafia gang in America, alongsides The Grants family"

Was it money, power, one of his ambitions or all of it? It sure did not come with a fair price, knowing my father he would have asked him from something big since the Cassiano are only the 3rd most powerful crime family among the five. He is just a step more powerful than us. Letizia gripped my arm tightly, from here I could even feel her heart pounding in her chest.

But then, that name did sound kind of familiar but I really can't place where I heard it from. "He's not from our family Lola" mama reply. Huh! father would marry me to an outsider? What? Manuel too? It isn't done. "Well then who is he? Spill it mom." Now I was sitting at the edge of my sit. "He is the underboss but soon to be leader of the Italian Mafia" Now I froze as did my heart. It stopped beating. "He is the head of the Salvatore family and owns the largest territory in New York." Mother continued.

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

Antonio has already told Grassi to take his car back to the clan. "I came to Italy to see my best friend but I think he's not happy to see me", Angelo said with a hurt expression. "I never told you to come", Antonio said and Angelo scoffed. "Still as cold as ice", Angelo said "Sometimes I wonder how you became the leader of the biggest clan in America", Antonio couldn't help but say. "Maybe because I'm a good leader", Angelo smiled "Whatever, speaking of clan; since you're here, who's in charge of the American underworld", Antonio asked. "My father, he said he wants to help me run the clan while I'm here", Angelo said. "Oh", Antonio muttered.

When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood. The warehouse had fallen silent, the fight over. But the real battle, I realized as I turned to face Aliyah's shocked gaze, was just beginning. Aliyah Sundane The world had tilted on its axis, everything I thought I knew crumbling around me. Alessandro, my Alessandro, was standing before me, his hands dripping with blood, his eyes wild with a fury I'd never seen before. Mafia. The word echoed in my mind, alongside the images from the folder Helena had shown me. Newspaper clippings of gang violence, photos of Alessandro with known criminals, documents detailing illegal oper

I asked, my whole face lighting up. “The Fernandez family happens to be the oldest mafia family in New York City. Right before the Dante family transferred to New York, they dominated everything. Shortly after the Dante and the Santini family arrived, everything changed as they became the leading families. The Fernandez's specializes in the distribution of oils. You know… Dark oil business.” She added with a wink. I nodded my head. “I can't understand a thing in everything you've said. Can you explain better?” “Can't you think?” She asked, bowing her head. “Think about this. Illegal oil business. Purab Chaturvedi. Marshall Fernandez. Francesco Dante. The recent deaths of the leaders of the t

“Among the Big Four families.” A chill ran down my spine. Dominic’s gaze didn’t waver. “Because I’m one of them.” My breath hitched. I knew Dominic had power. I knew he was dangerous. But I never realized his reach extended this far. “Which family?” I whispered. His lips pressed into a thin line. “The Maranzanos.” I felt my knees go weak. The Maranzano family was notorious—ruthless, efficient, and known for never leaving loose ends.

That was all the excitement I got from him every time I got a chance to visit. “Ciao, papà, “ I murmured, shutting the door behind. “Maximus,” he stood up as I walked over to hug him. And even at 82, he was sturdy as hell. Not a muscle out of place. Drago Lazaro Barbaro was the formidable head of the Barbaro family and the most feared leader within the Calabrian ’Ndrangheta—the most powerful mafia organization not only in Italy, but across the globe. The Sicilian mafia clan, dominated by the Ammassari and Baldocchi family, were just a speck in the vast territory that the Calabria 'Ndrangheta clan controlled, aka the Barbaro family controlled.