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“I’ll stay and do a bit more. Pietro will drop you off?” I nodded. “Yeah.” I hugged my mother, inhaling her soft perfume, then walked out. The moment I stepped into the car, I pulled the diary out. My fingers shook slightly as I opened it. The first few pages were nothing special. Notes. Dates. I kept flipping through, reading randomly. Then I stopped at a page. And started reading. My stomach dropped right to the floor. I blinked. Once. Twice. Dazed. A list. Every Mafia family in Chicago.

As I returned to the manor to pack my luggage, the door to the study was pushed open. Gina walked in, holding a black ledger bound in lambskin. That was the core secret of the Corleone family—the "Black Book" recording every money laundering channel and every bribed official. "Leaving so soon, Elena?" Gina smiled with a look of pure innocence, yet her hands moved quickly to shove that heavy ledger deep into the luggage I had just packed.

His face expressionless. "Hmm yeah, that. I hear every family has one" still holding my gaze, he pushes up, walking behind the desk that dominates the room lowering himself to the chair, form the desk then spins around. I hear the beep of keypads and a soft click then in a few steps, he is seated in front of me again. Dangling from his fingertips is a worn-out brown book, or at least it used to be brown. "This is a copy of the mafia rules, the original one written by Salvatore himself is in Italy with the other family chronicles" I nod my head even if I had no idea what that means.

I growled. Chief Robert smiled with a satisfied look on his face. "Good. We knew you would be. This is his file." He pushed a folder across the desk. "Dante Giordano. He’s like a ghost. Never photographed and always in the shadows. He's called the devil by those in their circle.” He mused. “The eldest out of the three Giordano brothers and he's extremely ruthless."

“You done with your last words? Good. Now get the hell out of my estate.” Cassiano runs all of North America now. Leo’s mother trembled with fear. She scrambled to drag her crippled son off the floor. But Leo fought her like a rabid dog. “I’m not leaving! Aurora is my woman! How can you be so shameless, sleeping with your nephew’s sloppy seconds!” The news of the Godfather’s grand wedding to me had shaken the entire global underworld. These were facts. Written in blood. Unforgettable. Only he was still living in his own pathetic dream world.

I thought of the whispers about a ledger that had been going around the mafia council years before, a ledger containing the names, accounts and secrets of five of the most influential criminal families. A book that could either rule or destroy kingdoms because it was so dangerous. Did her father steal that ledger? And worse. Did she know of it? I had my doubts. I know Federico or should I say Adrian Caruso was worse than a snake and he was a thief but would he possibly still have the ledger? Eve did not look to be a powerful person. She pretended to be someone trapped in a world she didn't understand fighting for her life. I wrote three names on a new page of the notebook each of which made

They still need to clean up the blood and the mess. "That was quick. I like it. You punished them, and I can still be in time to say goodnight to my wife and maybe have dinner with her. Good job, son. I wish your father were here to see you in action," The Godfather says. He and Dante are drinking whiskey. My brother is pale as he runs to the side of the boat and vomits. No one blames him. It is his first kill after all.

I replied. "Hop in. The Godfather is waiting for you," he said, smiling again. He was smiling too much. I observed him, trying to spot any of the suspicious behaviors Alessio had once warned me about. When I didn’t notice anything off, I reciprocated his smile and got into the car. I couldn’t wait to meet the Godfather—Alessio’s only family.

Nico says quietly, “and you expect us to believe you know nothing about why Bonetti wants you? And every other god damn mob boss on the eastern seaboard?” My eyebrows go wide and I sit stock straight. “What? Why? What is it?” “You’re pretending you don’t even know what this is!?” “It must be Steven’s!” I protest, throwing a hand out. “I must have swiped it when I was gathering my notebooks – we only have one desk!” Christian studies me, his expression cold. My mind works fast. “Look,” I say, pointing towards my other notebooks. “Look at the other notebooks. I guarantee the handwriting doesn’t match – I swear I didn’t write a word in that one.”

"You should be embarrassed of yourself Saro for your wrong accusations. godfather had the plan of introducing his family to y'all tonight but you got ahead of yourself and decided to insult him instead but what did he do? He didn't respond to you and you couldn't use your number six to think of the reason he kept mute during your blind accusations. Now this is to everyone here, this is to everyone in this organization, if you are not with our godfather then you are his enemy and we all know what happens to our enemies. If anyone here dares or ever thinks of insulting our godfather for any reason, then let the person get ready to face grave consequences, and with that, I say a big goodnight t