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Chapter 1 - PROLOGUE

DANTE

"You're one dark motherfucker Nico."

Massimo spat the words at my feet. He was lucky he didn't touch me. Or maybe that made him unlucky.

He was tied to a chair, wrists bleeding against the rope, face so swollen he was barely recognizable anymore Angelo had made sure of that. The man couldn't even open one eye.

He was lucky I was giving him a chance to speak. This piece of shit tried to get the whole family killed.

"Massimo," I said calmly, turning he gun in my hand, "you should've remembered who you were dealing with before leaking information to the Russians."

He winced, and I tilted my head

"What the fuck were vou thinking? Crossing La Famiglia for a couple thousand dollars?" I asked. "Did you forget who you belong to?'

'It wasn't my fault," he stammered. "He said- he promised... he wouldn't... "

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."' I reloaded the gun slowly, letting the click echo off the concrete walls.

Enzo stepped inside, shaking his head 'You're a bitch, Massimo.'

My little brother was nineteen. Prett face, sharper mind. I knew he'd be king someday if he wanted it. But not yet. I never let him pull the trigger. Killing changes you. Too early, and you never come back from it. I would know.

''Please.'' Massimo sobbed. "I'll do anything. Just let me live. I won't leak anything again. They manipulated me, Nico...I swear...",

"Lies,"' I said. "All vou've done tonight is fucking lie. And I'm losing patience."

He lifted his chin in a last attempt a pride, a pathetic one. Coward "Fuck you. You think you're untouchable because you're the mafia king now? The Russians will end you..."

I didn't let him fnish

One shot.

Straight through the skull.

Massimo slumped forward, dead before he hit ths floor.

"You don't cross a mafia family and live", I said quietly.

I slid the gun into my waistband and exhaled once, slow and steady, the only kind of peace I ever got.

"Clean this shit up", I told Enzo and Angelo before walking out of the room.

Blood didn't bother me. Death didn't bother me. But remembering her always did.

Remembering how it alk started five years ago.

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