Mancini

Prologue

Fourteen years earlier...

"In a world were the united states is in war with itself because of three mafia gangs: Moretti, Montana, and Mancini. The three M's. These gangs used to be run by one ruling family, the Mancini. However, the three brothers couldn't get along, so they split. And as they split they took their terror with them. The government can't save anyone. They are powerless. The people are powerless. And as these three kingdoms diverged they split up the states themselves."

"Wait!" I interrupted look at my mother.

"Mommy, brothers should not fight." I added.

My mother smiles sadly and looks down at me as I sit in her lap. Her brown wavy hair tickling my neck as I straddle myself around her. We sat alone in my bedroom. This was how I remembered her, calm, warm, and the feeling of security evident all around me.

"You are right Maria. These men do not understand the strength of family. Family is everything mia amore. With out family you have nothing."

"Which mafia are we afraid of?" I asked her in fear.

"Well where we live, just so happens to be run by the first one I told you about my little mia, the Mancini. They are the oldest one and the most feared. You must listen always to your father and I. We will not let them take you."

I nod my head in understanding as my mother tightened her arms around me in comfort and reassurance. Slowly I begin to doze off in my mothers arms. Little did I know that that day was only the beginning of an ongoing war.