BOOK ONE OF THE SINS OF THE SYND SERIES:
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After the unexpected passing of Giuseppe Romano, the Italian Mafia Don, his oldest son Sebastian Romano is thrust into the leadership role of the mafia despite his desire to have nothing to do...
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My dumb fuck of a father just had to die a couple of months ago leaving me to deal with all this mafia shit. Gosh I hate that man.
He was a pretty good dad when our mother was alive but when she passed due to complicated birth of Antonio and Aurora, he became cold distant.
I currently sat in the leather chair that once belonged to my father, the weight of the Romano legacy pressing down on my shoulders once's again. The oak desk, a relic of a bygone era, was cluttered with stacks of paperwork. Contracts, shipment schedules, and financial reports – all demanding my attention. The faint scent of my father's cigars still lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the man who had built this empire.
As I sifted through the documents, my mind wandered to my siblings. I had taken on this role not just for the family business, but for them. I had to protect them, to ensure their future. The responsibility was immense, but I couldn't afford to falter.
Suddenly, the door to my office burst open with a loud bang. Giovanni my brother and Edward my father's old underboss, stormed in, I immediately go to lecture them about barging in because everyone knows that you must respectably knock and wait for my response before entering.
Respect goes both ways in my books.
But, as soon as I see their face flushed with urgency and stress I immediately drop my anger and become concerned. Edward had been a loyal soldier to my father, and now he was one of my most trusted men.
"Capo, abbiamo un problema", he said, his voice tense. "C'è un topo nel magazzino." [Boss, we have a problem. There's a rat at the warehouse.]
I looked up from the paperwork, my heart racing. "A rat? What do you mean?"
"One of our men has been feeding information to the Murphy's," Edward explained, his eyes narrowing. "We caught him leaking details about our operations over the phone at the warehouse."
The Murphy's family. Are another Italian mafia that has betrayed us in the past. My family and several others have been back and forth for them for many years. But in the past 5 years my father and his team managed to gain back their trust with a mutual hate towards the Russian mafia our sworn enemies. But with my father now gone only god knows what they're planing on doing.
The thought of them gaining any advantage over us made my blood boil. "Who is it?" I demanded, my voice cold and steely.
Edward and Giovanni hesitated for a moment before Giovanni answered. "His name is Marco Costa. He's been with us for a few years, but it seems he's been playing both sides."
I clenched my fists, the anger rising within me. Betrayal was something I could not tolerate. "We need to deal with this immediately," I said, standing up from my chair. "Where is he now?"
