𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Giuseppe Romano, the formidable Don of the Italian Mafia, was a man of great stature and influence. His mere presence commanded respect and fear in equal measure. With a sharp mind and an iron will, he had built an empire that spanned continents. But despite his power, he was not invincible.

The meeting was set to take place in a secluded villa on the outskirts of the city. It was a gathering of allies, a chance to discuss strategies and strengthen bonds. The air was thick with tension as the various factions arrived, each one aware of the delicate balance of power that held them together. Giuseppe, always the diplomat, feared by all men.

Unbeknownst to Giuseppe and his allies, a group of Russian mafiosi had been plotting against them for months. The Russians, ruthless and cunning, saw an opportunity to strike a blow against their Italian rivals. They had learned of the meeting through a network of spies and informants, and they planned to use this knowledge to their advantage and finally kill the evil Italian man that they all feared.

As the meeting progressed, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Laughter and conversation filled the room as old friends and new allies shared stories and discussed future plans.

But outside the villa, the Russians were preparing to make their move. Armed to the teeth and driven by a desire for power, they crept through the shadows, their eyes fixed on their target. They knew that this was their chance to cripple the Italian Mafia, to send a message that would echo through the underworld.

The first explosion rocked the villa, shattering windows and sending shards of glass flying through the air. Panic erupted as the guests scrambled for cover, their cries of fear and confusion filling the night. Giuseppe, ever the leader, tried to maintain order, shouting commands and urging his men to defend their position.

But the Russians were relentless. They stormed the villa with a ferocity that caught them all off guard. Gunfire echoed through the halls as the two factions clashed, the once peaceful meeting turning into a battlefield. Blood stained the marble floors, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder.

In the chaos, Giuseppe found himself separated from his men. He moved through the smoke-filled corridors, with his gun in his hand. And with his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that he had to find a way to regroup, and fight back against the Russians. But fate had other plans.

As he rounded a corner, he came face to face with a group of Russian gunmen. They opened fire without hesitation, their bullets tearing through the air with deadly precision. Not given Giuseppe a chance to fire back.

Suddenly, he felt a searing pain as he was hit, his body crumpling to the ground. He tried to rise, to fight back, but his strength was failing him.

In his final moments, his thoughts turned to his family. He saw the faces of his children, their innocent smiles and bright eyes. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he realized that he would never see them again.

The Russians, seeing that their target was down, quickly retreated. They had achieved their goal, and they knew that they had to leave before reinforcements arrived.

His men found him moments later, his lifeless body lying in a pool of blood. Their cries of anguish filled the air as they realized the magnitude of their loss. The Don was dead, and their mafia is now weak with no current Don.

News of Giuseppe's death spread quickly, sending shockwaves through the criminal underworld.

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A/N: Okay so I've never written any type of prologue before so if it's shit I apologize. I hope y'all still like it and that it all makes sense.

Enjoy my lovers.
-Isla 💗