Chapter:-11

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Ivan 's pov
(Russian mafia head)

I looked with pity at my older brother
The once Great Head of Russian mafia now lays pathetically on a wasted hospital bed.
The Americans really did a number on him
Took his one hand and one leg putting him in a situation worse than death just to declare a message or more likely a warning that anyone who dares messes with American Mafia will suffer a much more worse fate
Not that I had any lost for my foolish pathetic brother....All his life he took his position as Russian head for granted...
He had not earned it but it was given to nevertheless not for his worth but for blood that runs in his veins
He was the successor,the first son of our old man......but other than blood the fucker was nothing but a idiotic coward
But now that the obstacle was out of the way thanks to the Americans....
Now I just needed to take my position as the head.....gain the faith of my people by giving them revenge against the American mafia for their previous leader
and then nobody will ever question my authority again.

But unlike this idiot I won't execute an attack on the Americans blindly
The Americans are strong, it is unfortunate to admit but right now The American Mafia is the strongest....with many Allies and rare enemies
But they have to break.....they have to go down for the sake of my rule.

I look down to see my elder brother waking up and looking at me in confusion
I smirked leaning down close to his ears I whisper "hello brother, how are you doing.... don't worry take a proper rest now that I am here you don't have to worry I will take care of all the problems"
I look down to see him smiling as if trusting my words.....
Smiling back at him I grab his neck and started squeezing it with all my might
He tries to grab my wrist and pull it away .....at which he fails
He face starts turning purple while his eyes watered, and the last thing I saw in his eyes as he took his last breath was fear, as it should be.
"Don't worry brother your death shall not be wasted ....it will give our people a boost to avenge you"

I head out and made my way to my mansion with my trusted bodyguards .....in a few hours my men placed in the hospital for his protection will make an act of discovering his body and the blame will fall on the Americans...and the poor doctor who treated him.

As I sat in my office chair , franco my right hand comes in the office
"So franco tell me all about our new enemies and make sure to not let any information unsaid"
Franco immediately started telling me everything about the Americans, who and how old they are , what they do, their friends, their enemies, their weaknesses.
After listening to him...
"So Aiden's wife lily....she has given birth to a baby recently is it?"
"Yes boss, she has given birth to a girl four months prior, but the girl has rarely left their mansion since her arrival "
"And their youngest son?"
"His name is Brayden Rodriguez and he is 11 years old goes to study in groton school, but we had already tried taking the boy boss but it didn't end well"
"Hmm, what happened?"
"a year or so earlier your older brother had send a strong asset named peter of our family to take the youngest Rodriguez and bring him to us when he was completely vulnerable and alone in school, but the kid stabbed a knife in Peter's eye and made an escape, called his brother and then Peter was captured by his eldest brother Alexander....and umm his body has not been found yet."
I stare at franco in shock, a ten year old kid did that took down a valuable asset of our family without any major injury.
Well I guess that's to be expected from the strongest mafia family
But what can a four month old baby do
that couldn't even stand on her two legs
My mouth curled in a grin
This time the Americans do have someone who can't fight on her own
This is when we can attack....
But as franco said the security near the girl is extreme, it will take months of planning to make a move
Because this time I have to be successful or it will be my turn to lay in the bed where my brother was.

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