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No movement. One of the Godfather’s attendants stepped forward. His eyes passed over the broken painting, then settled on Samantha. His face twisted into a cold, ruthless scowl—no trace of politeness remained, only unyielding authority.“You will come with us,” he gritted out.“The Godfather wishes to speak with you.” The room fell deathly silent. All sound vanished, swallowed up by the thick, suffocating dread hanging in the air.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

I don't even care that he has people for me to kill or torture, I just don't want to be caught in this mess between him and Enzo. The godfather invited us to dinner tonight because he wanted to speak with us. I assumed it was just going to be Enzo and me, but his entire family is here—well, those with rankings, that is, and their wives, and somehow Gianna and Picolina made it here tonight.

Family: Raphael Lockwood (father) Alex (mother deceased) , Michael Lockwood (younger half brother), Amelia Wood (younger sister) Friends: Jason Moore (best friend) ******* Meet Gabriel Lockwood ******* My name is Gabriel Lockwood but everyone calls me Gabe. In the mafia world, I am known as The Heir. That’s all because of my father. Raphael Lockwood. I took over the Italian mafia in New York City around two years ago. Father decided to step down and I took over. My sister is the leader of the British Mafia in New York while Michael decided he doesn’t want anything to do with this business. He is the CEO of Lockwood enterprises and he is doing really well for himself.

Olivia says. "Ooh, I forgot. Your Daddy is the Godfather of the Italian Mafia, isn't he? You want a secret to be safe, don't you? If I were you, I would think twice before turning me down. What do you think the world will do if they find out that Riccardo Marino is the Italian Mafia's Godfather," Peter says. Olivia smiles. And she shakes her head.

Nicola asked after Tina was gone. "Not really..." I answered dispiritedly and shook my head a little. "Wait... I think I know what it is..." Nicola said and I met her eyes, wishing she would guess it right so I didn't have to start the topic myself. "Did you finally know everything about who Don Xavier really is? The Godfa..." she deliberately didn't finish it and I just continued her words. "The Godfather thing. Yes, I just found out about it unexpectedly last night." "How?"

"Non sono tuo, fottuto pezzo di merda.” Rage scorching hot against my skin, I stormed out of the room, desiring to be away from everyone, to find solace in silence. I needed to leave, I intended to leave, and I had been on my way to the car when I was informed that my presence was needed by The Godfather. Fuck me. The Godfather—St.Louis, was not a man to be messed with. But the fiery glare which he had shot me was all it took to know that I had messed with him.

“You have been silent for too long. Report.” I clasped my hands in my lap. “The Godfather’s men are operating in Chicago. I traced them to a location and after questioning, it was confirmed that they are indeed his people. They have training houses and women are being sold like cattle. This is a direct violation of bratva law and...” “Enough.” Another cut me off with a dismissive wave. “You're chasing ghosts. Every young bratva head thinks they see conspiracies. Do not waste our time, besides do you think we haven't heard about your own little shenanigans?”

The papers were filled with names and details of illegal activities, including drug trafficking, extortion, and murder. “Godfather, why are you still keeping this document, you need get all these things out of your house, please, let these house be free of anything Incriminating, this Is new house for crying out loud, godfather, this not safe, after ball we both agreed that we are moving on to the new life” Harley explained, “or you still going back to your old life?“ Harley asked, “I have said bye bye to my old life,but I still needs to keep some legacy for future purposes”

"It's time to reassess our approach and tread more carefully. Scorpio won't rest until she's dismantled everything we've built. We must be prepared to face her on her terms." The mafia boss's brow furrowed with worry as he stared at the documents scattered across his desk. His fingers drummed nervously on the polished surface, betraying the anxiety gnawing at him from within. His chest keeps going up and down as if he is trying to calm himself.