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The Mafia Prince Series - Book One
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"You two have constantly defied me. Acting like headless chickens the moment I step out of this compound."
My mother's voice echoed through the lavish room, her rage palpable as she paced back and forth. Her eyes burned with fury, and her diamond pendant, shimmering under the chandelier's light, seemed to pulse with her every heartbeat. Seated on the couch, I absently stroked Zeus's head. The loyal dog's ears perked up, and his tail wagged slightly, sensing the tension. Beside me, my father walked in, a smile on his face, oblivious to the brewing storm.
"Hi darling! I didn't know you were back so soon from your-"
"Shut the fuck up and sit your ass down right now, Daniel." Her words sliced through the air like a whip, erasing my father's smile instantly. He joined me on the couch, his confusion mirrored in my own expression. Zeus readjusted himself, now lying partly on both of us, his weight a small comfort against the impending explosion.
"It's funny how you two think you can sneak people in and out of this estate without my knowledge," she continued, her voice low and dangerous. Her gaze pierced us, making it clear that any further deception would not be tolerated. I was grateful she hadn't brought out her gun; otherwise, I was sure it would be aimed at one of our heads.
"Darling, let's calm down-"
"One more word, and I won't hesitate to blow your head off." My father, defeated and perplexed, sank deeper into the couch, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Care to explain why Kline was dragging a dead man in the backyard?" Her words hung in the air, heavy and menacing. My father and I exchanged a look, and I immediately knew he was going to throw me under the bus.
"Yeah, Conrad. Who was that guy?" My father's feigned ignorance was laughable, his attempt at deflecting blame woefully transparent. I rolled my eyes at his second-class performance and sighed, realizing that if one of us didn't explain, my mother would never let it go.
"Start from the beginning," my mother ordered, glaring at me with a mix of frustration and concern. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, bore into mine, demanding the truth. She hated being kept in the dark, and I could feel the weight of her authority pressing down on me. I took a deep breath before answering.
"After Devin left, there was an attack on one of the warehouses," I began, choosing my words carefully. "They're a new gang, the Black Talons, led by Marco Santini. He wiped out most of the smaller groups in the city, and his main aim is building an army for reasons we don't know yet. The guy you saw in the back was captured from the warehouse."
She pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of our family's legacy. "What else?"
"Well, Dalary got into bed with Miller, so we had to clip him. And Miller has been looking for Damian Rossi. Our guess is that he's trying to overthrow his brother, and Miller wants in. We don't know where Santini is, but he might be working with the other brother. There's no way a newcomer is coming up so fast and with such advanced weaponry without a puppeteer behind him."
