(Sal's POV) I met his gaze evenly, my own expression just as grim. "I understand," I said, my tone cold and deadly. "And believe me, I have no intention of crossing you. But if you or anyone in your gang tries to harm me or my family, I promise you, it will be the last thing you ever do."With those words, I turned and walked away, my mind racing with thoughts of my half-brother and the danger that he posed to everyone around him. I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to keep a close eye on him and make sure that he didn't cause any trouble.But at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder: what would happen if he and I ever found ourselves on opposite sides of the same war? And what would happen to Isabella and Luca if they were caught in the crossfire?Those thoughts weighed heavily on my mind as I made my way back to my car and drove away into the night, the city's dark streets stretching out before me like a map of all the dangers and opportunities that lay ahead.~~~~Sal'
(Sal's POV) Sal leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. The memories of his early days in the mafia were flooding back, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how far he had come. He had been just a young man in his mid-twenties when he had taken over as the head of his family's organization. And he had fought tooth and nail to establish himself as the undisputed kingpin of the city.I remember those early days like they were yesterday. It wasn't easy, but nothing in life worth having ever is. I had to claw my way to the top, step by step, until I had earned the respect and fear of every man and woman in this city. I wasn't afraid to get my hands dirty, and I made sure everyone knew it.As the years went by, I became more and more powerful. My influence spread like a virus, infecting every corner of the city. And I knew that I couldn't have done it alone. I had a loyal team of men and women by my side, people who would do anything for me. They were my family, and I woul
~Flashback~Sal stood outside the smoky bar, eyes scanning the dark alley for any sign of trouble. It was his job to protect the family, to keep them safe from the rival gangs that had been encroaching on their territory. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to stay ahead of the game.Sal's mind flashed back to a time when he was in his mid-twenties, when he first took over as the head of the family. He had just lost his father, and the responsibility of leading the family had fallen on his shoulders.At that time, the family was facing a lot of challenges from their rival gangs. The streets were filled with violence and bloodshed as the gangs fought for control over the city. Sal knew he had to take drastic measures to ensure the family's survival.One night, Sal received a tip that a rival gang was planning an attack on their family. He gathered his most trusted men and headed to the rival gang's headquarters. The gang was caught off guard, and Sal and his men were able to take t
As they made their way out of the building, Isabella and Luca realized that they still had a lot of work to do. They had taken out one of the key players, but they knew that there were still others who posed a threat to their family's business."We need Dad back," Isabella said, her voice resolute. "He's the only one who can help us take care of these guys for good."Luca nodded in agreement. "But how are we going to get in touch with him? He's been in hiding for years. No one knows where he is."Isabella thought for a moment. Then, an idea struck her. "What about Uncle Tony?" she said. "He's still in contact with Dad. Maybe he can help us."Luca nodded. "It's worth a shot," he said. "Let's see if we can get in touch with him."They made their way back to their safe house, and Isabella got on the phone to call Uncle Tony. After a few tense moments, he answered."Isabella?" he said, surprise evident in his voice. "What's going on? I haven't heard from you in months."Isabella explained
Isabella's hands were shaking as she drove. She could barely see through the tears that streamed down her face. She glanced at Luca, who was lying in the back seat, his shirt soaked in blood."Stay with me, Luca," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're almost there."They were heading to a safe house, a place that Luca had set up for emergencies like this. Isabella had never been there before, but she trusted that it was secure.As they drove, Isabella's mind raced. She thought about the attack, the notes, and the constant feeling of danger. She couldn't believe that they had come so close to losing everything.But she also knew that this wasn't the end. They still had enemies out there, and they would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Isabella was determined to protect Luca and everyone else she loved, no matter what it took.Finally, they arrived at the safe house. Isabella helped Luca out of the car and into the house, where they were met by a group of armed guar
The incident in the garden left everyone shaken. Luca doubled the security measures, but Isabella knew it wasn't enough. They needed to go on the offensive and find out who their enemy was. She couldn't bear the thought of living in fear for the rest of her life.Luca seemed to have the same idea. The next morning, he called a meeting with his top advisors. They sat in his study, sipping coffee as they discussed their options."We need to hit them where it hurts," Luca said. "We need to find out who's behind this and take them down.""But how do we do that?" one of his advisors asked. "We don't even know who we're up against."Luca leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "We start by putting pressure on the people we think are involved. We need to make them think we're onto them, make them slip up."Isabella listened intently, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was a way out of this after all.That night, they put their plan into action. Luca and his men made a surprise visit to one o
After they finished telling their story, Marco sat in silence for a few moments. He rubbed his chin, deep in thought.Finally, he spoke. "I think I might know something," he said. "A few weeks ago, I overheard a couple of guys talking in a bar. They were talking about a hit on your family."Isabella's heart skipped a beat. "What did they say?" she asked."I didn't hear everything," Marco admitted. "But I did hear a name - Salvatore.""Salvatore?" Luca repeated. "Do you know who he is?""I don't," Marco replied. "But I know someone who might. He's a guy I used to work with. He's got his ear to the ground. He might have heard something."Luca nodded. "Can you take us to him?"Marco hesitated. "I don't know if that's a good idea," he said. "He's not exactly a friend of mine.""We don't have a choice," Luca said. "We need to find out who's after us."Marco nodded, resigned. "Okay. I'll take you to him."They got back into the car and drove deeper into the town. Marco led them to a seedy-l
Isabella spent the rest of the day at the hospital, waiting for any news on her father's condition. The doctors had assured her that he was stable, but he had lost a lot of blood and would need surgery.As she sat in the waiting room, Isabella couldn't help but think about what had happened. She knew that her father's enemies were closing in on him, and she had to act fast to protect her family.She pulled out her phone and dialed a number she never thought she'd have to call - her estranged brother, Luca."Isabella?" Luca answered, surprise evident in his voice."Luca, it's Isabella," she said, her voice urgent. "You need to come home. Dad's been attacked.""What? Is he okay?" Luca asked."He's stable, but he's in the hospital," Isabella replied. "We don't know who did it, but we need to find out."There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and Isabella wondered if Luca was going to refuse her request."Okay," he finally said. "I'll be there as soon as I can."Isabel