MAFIA KING BY ABDULAZEEZ RAHEEM

canning the faces of his trusted lieutenants. The scent of cigar smoke mingled with the aroma of fine Italian espresso, creating an

inal underworld, leaving a trail of blood and betrayal in his wake. He had built an empire on the

hunger that only the taste of authority could satisfy. He had started as a low-level enforcer, carrying out the dirty wo

es, and eliminate anyone who posed a threat to his rise. Over the years, he had shed blood, both figuratively and literally,

began, his words carrying an air of authority that demanded attention, "we have reached a critical turni

were well aware that Giovanni's ambitions knew no limits, and when he set his sights on a new vent

wavering. "They say Bellavista is under the firm grip of the rival Moretti family, but I assure you, t

ad spread far and wide, and his enemies trembled at the mere mention of his name. He had built a network of loyal f

He knew that seizing control of Bellavista would not be an easy feat. The Moretti family was deepl

thinking several steps ahead of his adversaries. He understood that power was not just about brute f

, etched with lines of experience and ruthlessness, revealed the weight of his ambitions. He knew the

he moonlit streets of Cosa Nostra, he knew that his rise to power was far from over. The city would trem

a had arrived—the er