Home.
The place that is now a temporary base for the Nikieveroff gang till we find a new hide-out since Mr.Smith found our previous one by the docks. An old warehouse, it was actually rather cute.
Right by the water, quiet, absolutely gorgeous sunsets, neighbors, and strangers walking with dogs and friends or lovers. My father was quite wealthy, considering that we are the biggest and most feared gang in the country, well at least...we were. And then there was the job he had in the real world, he was a lawyer. Hidden in plain sight, always wearing a suit and looking smart, he blended right in with society, which is why it was so easy for us to stay hidden for as long as we did.
Now Mr.Smith has made a real name for himself after the stunt he pulled. He has risen to the top and we are slowly declining in the hierarchy of all the mafia in Europe. We have never made a name for ourselves by killing. That is not the way of the Nikieveroffs. Instead, we make trades and sometimes blackmail to make money. Father ran several back markets and two jewelry stores above ground. Jewelry stores you ask? Yes, jewelry stores.
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The Godfather
General FictionGodfather of the Nekieveroff gang, Feliks Nekeiveroff is dead. His daughter Anya must rise up and take his place. But how will she handle having to balance the responsibilities of running a Mafia gang, and her school life?
