Never Go In Against A Sicilian Novels & Stories

"Go get ready for your bath. We have a long few days ahead of us." He slid off the chair and padded toward the bathroom without argument. I went to the floor-to-ceiling window just then and stared out at the darkened estate that stretched beyond and below me. As I looked at the vast land that belonged to Leonetti family, one thought came again and again to me and filled me with grim determination. Returning to Sicily meant playing two games at once—the one they could see, and the one they couldn’t. And in both, I intended to win.

(VINCENZO'S POV) “He’s what?!” I flung my head to Scott's direction, wondering if I misheard anything The afternoon light filtering through the venetian blinds and casting harsh shadows across his weathered face. He adjusted the tablet on his hand as he glanced at it to avoid my blazing eyes. I wondered what he is up to that he had to take it out of this country? "Niccolò's making his move in Italy, sir" Scott repeated, his voice low and measured. "He planned to follow the routes through Naples, but since it's been compromised, he redirected to go through Sicily."

Rocus laughed coming from behind hid brother. I kept smiling on their stupidity to come near me without any shield.It meant they only deserve to meet their final destination before they collapse their father's empire. "You made a wrong move by breaking the treaty between our grandfathers that you would never interfere on our territories,Sicily is yours but I think the time has come when we take it back from you mother fuckers."I said. In response,only their laughed echoed on the empty walls. "Are you kidding me Stefano De Niro?"Rocus laughed maniacally,"Sicily was always ours now its time our father snatch Milan,Naples and Lombardi."He said.

Evening dinners in the estate's formal dining room, where Emeric ate alone and Tobin sat across from him and neither of them spoke about the fact that this arrangement was profoundly strange. On the third day, Tobin discovered that Emeric played chess. A board sat in the study, its pieces frozen mid-game with no apparent opponent, and when Tobin studied the position he recognized a classic Sicilian defence that had been played incorrectly in a way that suggested the person on the other side of the board had been more interested in aggression than strategy. "Nikolai," Emeric said from behind him, and Tobin turned to find the man leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "My brother

“I’m choosing. We need to do something." Santiago straightened immediately, shaking his head in disapproval. “Absolutely not.” I frowned. “What do you mean, absolutely not?” “I mean you are not going anywhere near Alessandro De Luca,” he said sharply. “Especially not alone.” “I didn’t say alone,” I replied, trying to convince them to approve it before I tell them I'll be going alone. Sienna's eyes narrowed in that way that said she knew what I was thinking. “You’re not saying that, but you’re thinking it.”

“Listen, Diego. What we are about to do now is dangerous. Don’t forget that I do not mind doing anything with you. I am just concerned. We have more priorities now. And that includes your unborn child and Nana, what if we get this over with and they come after your family? You know this never ends well. If we fight these folks we are practically going after the whole of Sicily. I bet we should give it time and just have their goods mishandled instead of them. So we retaliate when they make a move. That way it doesn’t seem like we are the troublemakers. Let's just go down to Miami where we really do have a business to handle. Save us the hassle. ” I sighed thinking through his advice. Fernand

--- In the east wing, Allerick sat in his study with Marco, the table scattered with weapons, maps, and the latest reports. “They’ve closed ranks,” Marco muttered, dragging a bloody rag across his brow. “After Palermo, the Council will hide their assets deeper. We won’t find an opening again so easily.” Allerick’s chair creaked as he leaned forward, eyes locked on the map. His fingers, scarred and rigid, tapped once against the border of Sicily. “Good,” he said. Marco frowned. “Good?” “They’ll draw inward. Curl into themselves. That makes them slower. Predictable. And predictability gets men killed.”

"Listen to the plan I'm about to outline for saving your wife." Kaivan finally nodded, trying to keep his emotions in check, then allowed Hans to explain the plan he had formulated. "We'll launch a surprise attack on Sicilia in the early hours while they're still asleep. Yes, we all know there will likely be some members on guard, but I believe that during the early hours, they won't be fully prepared to face an enemy. We'll exploit this weakness to attack them. Meanwhile, Noah, I suggest you head to the MI6 headquarters right now. Hand over all the evidence you have and ask for the assistance of MI6 military forces to quickly follow us to the battle location and help capture the Sicilian me

Amara, drawing upon her burgeoning understanding of strategy from Marco’s chess lessons and her intuitive grasp of human nature, surprised him with her insights. "If the Rossi family is truly aligning with the Greco, then their primary objective is to sever your supply lines from Sicily," Amara stated one afternoon, leaning over a sprawling map of southern Italy spread across Dante’s massive desk. Her finger traced a hypothetical route. "They won't attack directly. They'll target the weakest link, the chokepoint. The coastal road near Salerno."

Dozens of shelves, thousands of books, and a chess board left mid-game on a table by the fireplace. She moved a pawn just to disturb the silence. “I always open with the Sicilian Defense,” came a voice from behind her. She spun around, heart hammering. Riccardo stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, a glass of scotch in his hand. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” she said. “You didn’t. I don’t sleep much.” She crossed her arms. “Because of guilt?” He smirked. “Because of enemies.” Their eyes locked across the room.