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The console screamed: “Brute-force at 98%. Lock breach imminent.” Tension peaked gulag ghosts watching as we fought in their tomb. Dante took a round to the vest grunting, falling. Rocco roared charging. I sprinted for the console palm slamming the emergency purge. But Nadia’s hand clamped my wrist knife at my throat. “Too late, heir.” Screens flared: “Lock breached. Swarm 2.0 rebooting.” The air hummed nanos waking. Heart struck while frozen in blue light.

I stare at them confused as I had tried walking around them but they won't let me. "Donna, Don requested your presence." One of the men said. Ah, He still have to follow me to school, I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Donna? Isn't it like a female gangster leader? Why did he have to show up in my life now that I at least have little peace. "I'm not going." I stated matter of fact. I attempt to pass their middle, but stop when they just continue blocking my way. "Donna, please don't make it hard for us." the other guy said by now the few people that still lingered around had stop and are now watching the show.

Marco's name is on the screen. "Capo, we have a problem." "What kind of problem?" "The kind that requires your immediate attention in Naples. Don Amato is making moves against our territory there, and the old families are choosing sides." I closed my eyes and leaned against the warehouse wall. Don Amato Torrino had been a thorn in my side for years—an old-school traditionalist who saw my expansion into America as a betrayal of Sicilian values. If he was making a play for my Italian operations, it meant war.

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

"I gave the eulogy. How are you?” "I know. I'm sorry. I had to disappear." "Why?" We sat. Frank remained standing. Elowen noticed him. "Who's he?" "Frank Costello. He's... helping me." Elowen’s eyes widened. "Frank Costello?" "A Mafia boss, yes." "Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Meshack." Elowen looked between us. "What the hell is going on?" "Please I do need your help. It's about Dr. Chen."

It's a surprise to everyone, especially my colleagues who have never seen me get along with any man before. I'm Donnie, with no surname as I grew up in an orphanage and don't know who my parents are supposed to be. I have no memory or records as to where I come from, so I've been able to get this job and finish high school thanks to one of the nuns at the orphanage. I'm still trying to investigate who my family are.

“Don’t choke on the boba at the bottom. I’m going to sleep now.” It wasn’t midnight yet, but Dawn was exhausted. He had the right to be. After a near-death experience and going on the run while babysitting a mythical creature, the mafia boss wanted a good sleep. He had been driving all day and roughing it out on the road. Hopefully, he would be able to have a relaxing hot shower when he reconnected with his aide and get access to his hideout. “Good night, Don.” “Night, Aqua. Wake me up if something happens.”

"Captain Zephyr, we've investigated, but there are no witnesses nearby. Whoever did this is likely a top-tier expert. Could the murderer be a member of the Tiger Faction or one of the Great Four Warrior Clans?" said a member of the law enforcement team. Willa frowned. "I need to find out who this expert is. Go ahead! Look into this!" Just then, someone rushed in with urgent news. "Captain Zephyr, we received an emergency order. The higher-ups want us to report that Donnie was causing trouble in the streets, and our team shot him dead!"

Enjoy! A D O N I S - D E L L U C C I Age ✓ 31 years old Nationality✓ Italian Nickname✓ Donnie- DD Tag✓ Heir to the Dellucci empire Position✓ First grandson Parent✓ grandparents and Father Siblings✓ Ronnie Dellucci (25yrs) Behaviour✓ cold, aloof, Pokerface Relationship✓ once engaged Education ✓ All degrees cleared C A I T R O N A B A L B O A

"Tom. If you touch a single hair on her head, I will make sure you die a slow and painful death." The man behind me chuckled. "Mr. Vexille," he said slowly. "Big words." "But right now," he tapped my neck lightly with the back of the blade, "you're in no position to make demands." "Kneel." "Beg me to spare her. And maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting the lady live." I stiffened. Donatello? He was the youngest Don in the Vexille family's history, the king of the entire East Coast underworld.