Donna Maria Carluciano sat in her favorite chair looking into the corner of the room. She was a well-respected and fearless woman who grew up in the Carluciano crime family. Her father, the Don was a well-loved man with an iron fist and controlled all the crime businesses from uptown down to the slums. They lived in the penthouse of one of their high-rises, which housed a shopping mall on the lower level, offices in the m...

Donna Maria sat in her chair as her husband, Carlo, stood behind her. She watched as a nervous young man of twenty-one stood in front of a nubile young woman of nineteen as she slowly stripped. The girl was sexy, and she knew it. She was Donna Maria’s go-to girl for breaking in the young men. She was handsomely paid and got alone time with the Donna herself. Bruno Andretta was just twenty-one years old. He had helped his...

The cemetery was full of people, all paying respect to Donna as they buried her beloved husband. Representatives of all the families were there, some to genuinely wish her condolences and some just to eye her up, still unsure of her as Donna of one of the biggest families. One by one, they came over to wish her well, kissing her hand and making small talk. After a while, the crowd thinned, and Donna Maria’s Consiglieri ca...

In Donna Maria’s plush office, covered in reds and burgundy, a nineteen-year-old woman sat looking up at her boss. She looked young and innocent; she was anything but. Lila Minieri grew up under the strict tutelage of her father, one of the most unassuming men who ever lived. Under his soft, tired expression, slouching shoulders, and slow step was hidden one of the most talented and deadly assassins the Carluciano family...