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THE MAFIA’S FORGOTTEN SON

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Cast out as a child, betrayed by blood, and erased from his father’s empire—Adrian DeLuca was never meant to return. To the mafia, he was just a bastard, a mistake, a ghost better left in exile. But ghosts have a way of coming back. Now a cold and calculating lawyer with nothing to lose, Adrian returns to the city that abandoned him. He doesn’t come with guns blazing—he comes with something deadlier: a mind sharpened by years in the shadows, an unshakable will for revenge, and the hunger to tear down the empire brick by brick. His half-brothers rule the DeLuca syndicate with arrogance and cruelty. His father sits on the throne of blood, untouchable. But Adrian knows their secrets, their weaknesses, their sins. He will turn allies into traitors, rivals into pawns, and enemies into stepping stones. Every courtroom victory, every hostile takeover, every life ruined brings him closer to his endgame. But power has a price. The deeper Adrian dives into the underworld, the more dangerous the game becomes. Enemies close in, the law hunts him, and even love becomes a weapon aimed at his heart. In a world ruled by loyalty and blood, Adrian must decide: Will he reclaim the throne as the true heir… or burn the entire empire to the ground and bury his family with it?

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Prologue

The rain fell hard over Milan, washing blood into the gutters.

Thunder cracked above the skyline, echoing through the narrow alleys like the growl of a vengeful god. Neon lights bled into the slick pavement, but here, where shadows ruled, there was no mercy—only death.

A man knelt in the alley, his hands tied behind his back, his expensive suit torn and soaked. He sobbed against the gag stuffed in his mouth, his muffled cries drowned out by the storm. The smell of iron, smoke, and fear hung thick in the air.

Adrian DeLuca didn’t beg. He didn’t cry. He watched.

His dark eyes, cold as the steel pressed against his temple, studied every face in the circle of men surrounding him. He recognized them all—men who once toasted wine with his father at family tables, men who had kissed the DeLuca ring, swearing loyalty until their dying breath. Now, they dragged him into this alley, thinking tonight would be his end.

The capo leaned in close, cigar clamped between his teeth, his breath thick with bitterness. His fat fingers pressed the barrel harder against Adrian’s skull.

“You should’ve stayed in exile, ragazzo,” he sneered, spitting the word like poison. “Forgotten sons don’t get second chances.”

The gun cocked. The circle tightened.

But Adrian smiled.

It wasn’t the smile of a man facing death—it was the smile of a man who had already made peace with it long ago. The world thought the DeLuca heir had been buried with his disgraced name years ago. But exile hadn’t broken him. It had sharpened him. He was no longer the boy who fled Milan in chains of betrayal. He had become something else—something merciless.

The first shot rang out.

One man fell, clutching his throat as crimson sprayed across the alley walls. Not Adrian. Never Adrian.

Chaos erupted instantly. Screams tore through the storm. Muzzle flashes painted the night with bursts of fire. Adrian moved with a predator’s precision, slipping into the chaos like vengeance made flesh.

He lunged, grabbing the arm of the nearest soldier, twisting until bone cracked. The pistol clattered to the ground, and Adrian drove it upward into another man’s chest, pulling the trigger before the soldier could scream. Blood misted the air. Another body dropped.

Bullets whizzed past his head, tearing chunks from the crumbling brick walls. He ducked, rolled, and drove his blade—hidden until now—straight into a belly, ripping upward until the man collapsed, choking on his own entrails.

The alley became a slaughterhouse. Shouts of “Kill him!” dissolved into shrieks of agony as Adrian carved through them, his movements brutal but deliberate, honed by years of survival in places darker than this. By the time the storm calmed, the ground was slick with blood, the rain washing crimson rivulets into the gutter.

Adrian stood alone. His chest heaved, his hands dripped with the lives he had taken, but his eyes were steady—unyielding. Around him lay the corpses of men who believed the DeLuca name had died in disgrace.

He tilted his head back, letting the rain wash the blood from his face. His heartbeat was steady, unbroken, like a drumbeat of destiny.

Milan thought it was free of him.

The mafia thought they had erased him.

Even his enemies believed exile had buried him forever.

But they forgot one thing.

The son they cast into the shadows has returned. And this time, Adrian DeLuca has come not to forgive… but to claim everything.

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    Prologue
    The rain fell hard over Milan, washing blood into the gutters.Thunder cracked above the skyline, echoing through the narrow alleys like the growl of a vengeful god. Neon lights bled into the slick pavement, but here, where shadows ruled, there was no mercy—only death.A man knelt in the alley, his hands tied behind his back, his expensive suit torn and soaked. He sobbed against the gag stuffed in his mouth, his muffled cries drowned out by the storm. The smell of iron, smoke, and fear hung thick in the air.Adrian DeLuca didn’t beg. He didn’t cry. He watched.His dark eyes, cold as the steel pressed against his temple, studied every face in the circle of men surrounding him. He recognized them all—men who once toasted wine with his father at family tables, men who had kissed the DeLuca ring, swearing loyalty until their dying breath. Now, they dragged him into this alley, thinking tonight would be his end.The capo leaned in close, cigar clamped between his teeth, his breath thick wit
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    The Man Who Never Lost
    CHAPTER 1The marble pillars of the Milan courthouse rose like sentinels of justice, though everyone who walked through its doors knew justice here was a performance. Wealth, influence, and intimidation decided verdicts as much as law ever did. And in the middle of this theater stood a man who had turned the law into his personal weapon.Adrian Morgan adjusted the cuffs of his charcoal-gray suit as he rose from his chair. The movement was smooth, deliberate, calculated to exude control. His dark tie hung neatly against his crisp white shirt, his every detail screaming precision. He didn’t glance at the gallery, though he felt the weight of eyes upon him—reporters, rival lawyers, and ordinary citizens who had all come to witness the spectacle.Adrian Morgan never lost a case.“Your Honor,” he said, his voice even, almost bored, yet carrying a sharp edge that made jurors lean forward in their seats. “What the prosecution asks you to believe is that my client, a minor accountant with a po
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    shadows That Whisper
    CHAPTER 2The city had barely shaken off the dawn when Adrian Morgan arrived at the sleek glass doors of Westcourt Chambers. His reflection—the same perfect hair, the same colder-than-marble eyes—looked back. No sign of DeLuca. Still, the phantom of that name whispered in the syntax of his veins.Inside, he ducked into his office: minimalist, elegant, a contrast to the chaos of courtroom showdowns. Bookshelves slotted with law texts, folders stacked like silent sentries, and across the desk, a single photo—his mother, smiling in exile, long ago. He reached for it, hesitated, then tucked it face-down. Discipline was a blade he wielded daily.A soft knock broke the moment.“Client’s vehicle is here,” his assistant said. “Security flagged two men outside who’ve been loitering by your car since morning.”Adrian didn’t flinch. The public eye had adored his courtroom performance; only a few watched him uncloak off-stage. He walked out, past the doors without looking. Outside, the two men rem
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    The Foundation of Shadows
    CHAPTER 3The storm had passed, but Adrian couldn’t shake the sense that thunder still rolled behind his ribs. Milan’s skyline glittered against the night, a thousand light pretending to be stars, but he knew better. In this city, light only meant someone wanted to be seen—and shadows were where power really lived.He sat at his desk, the black envelope still resting where he had left it hours ago. The Valenti emissary’s words replayed in his head. Names don’t stay buried forever.Adrian sipped his whiskey, steady, calculating. Fear had no place in him anymore. He had walked too long in the dark to tremble now. But there was something worse than fear: exposure.He had built “Adrian Morgan” from nothing—a man without history, without bloodlines, untouchable in court and beyond suspicion. The undefeated lawyer, the face of discipline. If the mask slipped, everything would unravel.And so he made his decision. He would no longer stand alone. If the Valentis wanted to test him, if old enem
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    The Weight of Bread
    CHAPTER 4The morning sun had not yet risen over Milan, but the city was already awake—its veins pulsing with the low hum of traffic, the distant wail of a siren, the quiet stir of lives beginning anew. In the penthouse perched high above the chaos, silence reigned like a held breath.Then came the soft knock at the door.Adrian didn’t turn from the floor-to-ceiling window where he stood, barefoot, wrapped in a black robe, watching the sky bleed from indigo to gray. He knew who it was.“Enter,” he said, voice low, unshaken.The door opened, and in stepped Calvin Carroll—lean, sharp-eyed, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that whispered of quiet authority. His dark hair was cropped close, his posture rigid with discipline. He carried a tablet in one hand and a manila folder in the other. But it wasn’t the documents that defined him—it was the scar that ran from his left temple down to his jawline, a jagged reminder of the night Adrian had pulled him from the mouth of death.Ten years
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    The Architects of Silence
    CHAPTER 5The safe house sat deep in the industrial outskirts of Milan, a forgotten warehouse tucked between shuttered factories and abandoned rail lines. No signs marked its presence. No lights glowed from its windows after dark. To the city, it didn’t exist. That was the point.Inside, the space had been transformed—concrete floors swept clean, reinforced steel doors bolted shut, motion sensors lining every entrance. A single fluorescent strip ran across the ceiling, casting a sterile glow over the long steel table at the center. Maps, surveillance photos, and encrypted data streams covered the walls like a war room from a forgotten war. Wires snaked across the floor, connecting laptops, signal jammers, and a secure satellite uplink that pinged through three proxy servers before reaching its destination.It was 6:47 PM when the last member arrived.Elena Rossi stepped in first, hood pulled low over her face, a leather satchel slung across her shoulder. She didn’t speak, only nodded a
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    Blood in the Ledger
    CHAPTER 6The DeLuca name was not just a surname in Milan—it was a verdict. When men spoke it in darkened taverns or in the cramped backrooms of cafes, they did so in hushed tones, as if the syllables themselves could summon a shadow in the doorway. The family had built an empire upon fear, an empire that reached beyond the alleys and piazzas of the city, spilling into Rome, Naples, Palermo. Wherever there was blood to be spilled, money to be laundered, or loyalty to be bought, the DeLucas had a hand in it. To outsiders, they were myth. To Milan, they were reality—brutal, inescapable, and eternal.Adrian had spent years trying to escape that reality. But sitting now in the warehouse safe house, staring at the documents scattered across the table, he realized that no matter how far he had run, the shadow of the DeLuca crest followed him like a curse. The papers bore names, numbers, offshore accounts, secret vaults, bribes, and murders disguised as suicides. They were more than ledgers.
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    The Fire That Sleeps
    CHAPTER 7Isabella DeLuca had once been the most admired woman in Milan. She did not need her husband’s name to command respect; she had her own empire long before Salvatore had begun to claw his way up the ranks of the underworld.Born into wealth, educated in Paris and London, she had turned her inheritance into power, investing in companies that spread across Europe—shipping, textiles, even banking. She had been a billionaire in her own right, a woman whose signature could alter markets, whose beauty drew whispers at every gala, whose intelligence left men scrambling to keep pace.And yet, when people spoke of her, they always added his name. Isabella, wife of Don Salvatore DeLuca. She allowed it, even encouraged it, because she loved him with the kind of devotion that defied reason. In public, she was his equal, dazzling in silk gowns and diamond earrings.In private, she was his shield, his cover, the one who soothed his temper and explained away his crimes as the actions of a man
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    Invisible Law firm
    CHAPTER 8Power wore a tailored suit that morning—precise, cold, impossible to ignore. In the glass of Via Montenapoleone the reflection was flawless: boutiques glittering with impossible timepieces, men and women moving like chess pieces. And in the middle of it all, Studio Legale Vero breathed its quiet threat—no neon and no proclamation—only steel and glass that made passersby slow, the air around it humming like a barely contained charge.Nobody outside suspected the truth: this law firm was a crafted illusion, an argument built to persuade the city itself. Everything about it was real enough to make disbelief ridiculous—credentials, alumni lists, bar admissions, references that scraped clean through background checks—yet beneath the surface the paper was a blade and the blade was sharp.Adrian Morgan didn’t enter rooms so much as take them over. He moved like a man who had made the world understand that losing was not an option. Prosecutors saw his name and rechecked their strateg
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    End of a dynasty
    CHAPTER 9The mountain held its breath.No leaf trembled and no loose stone rolled. Even the wind, that eternal traveler of the Lombard peaks, seemed to hush itself as if the ridgeline had been asked to keep a secret. Far below, cradled in a crescent of granite and shadowed pines, the DeLuca Research Center slept—a serpent of glass and steel coiled against the dark, its venom distilled into labeled vials, its sins catalogued and buried beneath concrete.Tonight, something would pry those sins loose.Three kilometres away, on a ridge rimed with frost, four figures stood like exclamation points against the sky. Adrian DeLuca did not move. He breathed so little his chest might as well have been a statue. His eyes, the colour of old river stones, were fixed on the compound like a judge reading a sentence. The flame that had lived in him since childhood—the slow bright ember that had ignited the night the gates shut on his mother—beat in time with the faint, digital tick in his earpiece.Th
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