Bound by blood and sealed by dynasty; the Cattaneo family has spent centuries making a name for themselves, with not just blood and sweat, but with grime and skin under their nails from clawing their way up to get out on top. From the slick-dark alleyways of Brooklyn, New York. The town's demons often made an appearance in the daily newspaper by reporting the missing persons and blood stained pathways. No one ever openly took credit for those heinous acts, those actions leaving one to take long looks over their shoulders. Silent deals made in abandoned buildings, to whispers telling tales of disfigured bodies. Wondering if it's true or false. Now at the top of the food chain while owning all of New York and everyone in it. His reign is now over, making way for Maryah to uphold this blood stained dynasty. Navigating through Blackwood University, Maryah Selena Cattaneo has an image to uphold. With the expectations from her father, wanting her to be poised, a weapon, wanting to shape her into what he wants. He taunts her behind the backs of her true protector, her mother. Coaxing and urging, pressuring her because "he knows her true potential." Maryah has always been confident in herself, but some say she's arrogant. Namely Lailah Sage Blackwood, who feels that confidence is bedazzled snobby arrogance. Maryah has always prioritized the dollar and rashness over the main goal, but as she goes back to college to complete her junior year she has one more chance to prove herself to her father that she can be the 'perfect' heiress to the throne. Is she such a lost cause people make her out to be? Or so much more? #1 in mafiaxassassin #172/1,000 in gxg

𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁. 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑹, 𝑴𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹: Love isn't blind. It sees everything-and chooses to burn anyway. Aaliyah Grace Rosario built her name on precision, power, and a courtroom win streak that made her untouchable. But when she agrees to defend a dangerously composed client accused of murdering a federal judge, she doesn't just step into a high-profile case-she walks straight into a shadow she thought she'd left behind. Because buried beneath headlines and legal strategy... is Amani Vega. The enigmatic, dangerously magnetic woman from Aaliyah's past. What begins as whispers in the hallway turns into long stares across crowded rooms. Unspoken apologies. Hidden bruises. And heat-undeniable, all-consuming heat. But as Aaliyah's connection to Amani resurfaces, so does a twisted trail linking Amani to the very man Aaliyah is defending. A trail that smells of blood, betrayal, and buried motives. The deeper Aaliyah digs, the more the case begins to feel like a trap-one that could destroy her career, or worse, unravel the last piece of herself she swore to keep buried. Because some killers hide behind masks. Others kiss you slowly in the dark.

Shadows. Dark ,perceptibly scary. They move, they trace, and they glide, they're out the way, but in the mix. A shadow, I am-a shadow of a man; a junior, a second hand, the constant tells of don't fail. Don't feel, they cannot see you weak. We are Mafia, we rule, we conquer, when molded and forged like medieval gold, 'unbreakable' 'impenetrable'. This is a story of tells, and fate. *I am River. I always wondered why the name? Why something so 'meaningless?', something so 'indifferent?' I learned my name is anything but meaningless. I trace valleys, I feed the trees and connect the seven seas. With a force that breaks dams, a force that starts wars, a force that puts out fires. And a force that starts them. Because of that name I am boundless. An indistinguishable River. An oasis of drive and determination. A Conquer of fate. River Armani Jones. THE MAFIA'S UNTOLD TRUTH. Abundant emptiness. Shallow, reckless, arrogant, regretful. Time consuming. *Maddison Avà Montclair. The expected. The expectation. Mothers house. Father's rules. ''Lone in loneliness. R I V E R. Her salvation. Her escape. Now gone in her wake, no longer hers, the fleeting memories in the wind, crinkled dandelion's leaves in the spring. Life is crude. "You are a prude. Suck it up." Weakness gets you nowhere. The one that always falls but never gets caught. Maddie. The soft girl turned hard. What happened, who happened? Why wasn't I saved? Why wasn't I loved? The Mafia, 'La Mafia Nera'. My life, my 'soul purpose'. His goal, My role. THE MAFIA'S UNTOLD TRUTH.