Lord of the Mafia

ico stood in the middle of the room and he scanned the audience with the practiced ease of someone who had spe

Enthusiasts, collectors, and critics had come to see odd yet beautiful items hanging on the walls. T

is professional life. His father, Anton, was a severe person who always looked mysterious and used to travel without explanation for business trips. The news about his abru

k a glass of whiskey and sat on his desk as he looked at a letter that he had not opened. The let

ispered as he then tore open the envelope. Inside were few words – time and venue for the meeting, and a

justed his necktie and inhaled heavily before he walked inside. The barrister

he led Nico to a well-furnished office. "There are some importa

the lawyer and nodded.

eyes. "Your father was very influential, Mr Vasquez. He was the boss of a powe

must be mistaken. My dad was not a

was true. "In certain quarters, Anton Vasquez had been referred to as "The Lord of the Mafia".

n that his father was involved in some sort of dangerous activity but thi

le handing over a thick envelope. "It is now yours Nico and whether you decide to embrace it or leave it al

s newly gotten heritage. The city appeared different to him as he walked through its busy streets. It seemed to b

ce ideas all pointing towards what constituted his father's many criminal activities and networks. Besides this, there w

d the city began to light up outside his window, Nico realized that he was at a crossroads. He could easily carry on

now upon him and he would have to find a way of reconciling those two worlds bequeathed unto him. He

nsive and spanned much further than the city limits. This included casinos in Macau, shipping routes through Mediterranean, as well as network o

first move was to an old friend of the family, Enzo, who had been a close associate of his father

and firmly and smiling as if he had been expecting him. "Your father

cause I don't know where to start from." Nic

; they need to see that you are in charge now. It won't be easy but it must happ

is he gonna work with. He had to let everyone kno

. He leaned over his seat and stared at Enzo seemingly

iercing through Nico's being. It made him wonder if there are things Enzo

hed. "How is my fath

asquez. It was clear to everyone that Enzo strictly put personal things away from his professional works. Yet t

ther was never a good man," he started. Nico looked at him hardly. It was not an easy pill to swallow hearing someone badm

ards the window and looked thr

od man don't come to work with blood smeared on his work suit and blood dripping down his hand as he walked through the hall

new about this?" Ni

y and respect," he answered. "Which me

ir heads politely. It was a thin sound that even came off like an oncoming thunderstorm rumb

ssed arms on his chest depicted guarded attentiveness. There is Luciana who has gray hair which is so hard as to be compared to steel, besides being cru

om battles he fought in long ago. Carlos's look was doubtful and his mouth closing to a

beacon of trustworthiness in the midst of confusion. She nodded sligh

air. Nico could feel those who were there being historical figures and powerful people; something that his father has built pie

st him. They are people who have seen empires rise and fall, with leaders coming and going always promising m

rited. My father built this empire with strength and vision, and I plan to honor that

I am Anton's son. I know I must prove myself. I need to show you that I am c

ssive, her gaze unwavering. Carlos shifted slightly, his skepticism evident, but Nico noticed

've learned from him. I understand how important loyalty is, the need for strength, and the delicate balanc

d inherited. His heart pumped, but he maintained a calm voice. "I ask for your patien

ciana nodded, a small but significant gesture. Marco's expression softened slightly, his arms unc

understood it would take time to mature into the respect and commitment that his father had demande

he tense atmosphere within. The path ahead was laden with difficulties, but he was no longer trekking alone. He had

he start of something greater-a budding leader prepared t