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THE MAFIA ACADEMY

THE MAFIA ACADEMY

Sali Andiamo Siyaya

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In the city of Willowbrook, powerful Mafia families fight to rule, but only one leader can hold the top spot. After the death of Arthur "The Don" Morreti in a tragic plane crash, the families gather in a grand mansion to select his successor. Most expect Marco Rossi, the powerful and calculating leader, to take charge. But instead, the role goes to Rhomana Ivannovick, who receives a round of applause; even though a few, like Marco, hide their disappointment. Rhomana wants to protect his family's legacy, especially his only daughter, Camilla, who he hopes will one day take his place. For now, she's being taught and trained at home, but her mother, Alexis, believes that isn't enough. Alexis insists Camilla should go to the Nosa Costra Academy, a place where she can learn much more than she could at home. Rhomana disagrees, worried Camilla isn't ready, but eventually, he lets her go, sending her with her cousin, Seraphine, for support. At Nosa Costra, Camilla meets Cassandra Bianchi, a smart and helpful friend. With Cassandra's help, Camilla faces the dangers of the Academy, where trust and betrayal are always close by. When Rhomana's life is in danger, Camilla, Cassandra, and Seraphine find themselves pulled into a deadly game where everything is at risk; and Camilla realizes she's the only one who can save her father.

Chapter 1 The City of Willowbrook

Willowbrook was a city that belonged to the Mafia. By day, it looked like any other city; a place where people went to work, children went to school, and shops stayed open. The streets were busy, but there was a sense of quiet, like everyone was waiting for something to happen. People walked quickly, heads down, careful not to draw too much attention. It was as if they knew that the real power in the city came out after the sun went down.

An elderly woman sat on her veranda, knitting under the dim glow of a streetlamp. Her neighbor walked by, grocery bags in hand.

"Remember when we thought the mayor was just another politician?" the old woman said, her needles clinking together like the ticking of a clock.

The neighbor paused, a shiver running down her spine. "Now we know better. Arthur Morreti is more than just a mayor. He owns this city."

Around the corner, a group of teenagers loitered, their laughter fading as one of them lowered his voice.

"I heard my cousin say he saw a deal go down last night," one of them said, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination.

"Keep it down!" another hissed, glancing nervously at a passing sedan with darkened windows. "You don't want the wrong people to know you're talking."

Nearby, a street musician was singing a song so loudly, "Everyone knows when the sun sets, the city isn't ours anymore. It belongs to them."

At night, Willowbrook came alive. The lights of the city sparkled brighter, and the shadows seemed to stretch longer. This was when deals were made in dark alleys, and whispers of power floated through the streets. The clubs and bars were filled with people celebrating or plotting their next move, all under the watchful eye of the Mafia. Crime thrived in the night, but it was carefully controlled. No one made a move in Willowbrook without permission from the Mafia.

And at the top of it all stood Arthur "The Don" Morreti, the city's mayor and its most feared Mafia leader. Arthur was a serious man, a person who commanded respect just by walking into a room. His face was sharp, with deep-set eyes that seemed to see through everyone. His hair was slicked back, always perfectly in place, as dark as the night over Willowbrook. He had a square jaw and a scar that ran from his chin to his neck; no one dared ask him where it came from.

Arthur always dressed in expensive suits, black or dark grey, with a clean white shirt underneath. A red tie was his signature; no one else in the city dared wear that color. It was a symbol of his power, of the blood he had spilled to get to the top. His shoes were polished, his cufflinks always shining. Every part of him looked like it belonged to a king, but a king of crime, not of royalty.

Even other Mafia bosses feared Arthur. They never spoke too loudly when he was around, and they never looked him in the eye for too long. He was known for being cold and calculating, a man of few words, but when he spoke, everyone listened. He had built his empire by keeping strict order. He didn't allow chaos in Willowbrook; if anyone tried to break the rules, they wouldn't live to tell the story.

In a smoky back room at Chicka Rosa, Marco Rossi and his friends gathered around a poker table, chips clinking and cards shuffling. Marco leaned back, smirking as he took a long draw from his cigar.

"Arthur's got this city locked down tight," Marco said, tapping ash into a glass tray.

One of his friends, Carlos Bontade, nodded, pushing chips into the pot. "Ain't nobody bold enough to cross him. Not after what happened to the Gambinos."

"The Gambinos thought they could play around in Willowbrook," another man, Lenny, added with a chuckle. "Big mistake."

Marco laughed, eyes gleaming under the low-hanging light. "That's why Arthur wears that red tie, boys. It's a reminder, in case anyone forgets who spills blood around here."

The men at the table exchanged glances, the unspoken agreement clear: Arthur Morreti ruled not just through fear, but with a sense of unyielding order.

The laughter faded as a distant siren wailed, only to cut off abruptly. Marco's grin stiffened, and silence fell over the room, broken only by the soft clatter of cards on the table.

Arthur believed that for the Mafia to survive, there had to be rules, and everyone had to follow them. He ran the city like a tight ship, making sure no other Mafia families started fights or stepped out of line. If they did, he handled them quickly and quietly. It was this order that kept Willowbrook running smoothly, even though it was a city controlled by crime.

It was his idea to create a place where the children of Mafia families could be trained. He knew that to keep order in Willowbrook, the next generation had to learn the rules, understand the power, and protect their families from enemies. In a city like Willowbrook, anything could happen to anyone; especially if they had a name, money, or power. No one was safe unless they knew how to survive.

Arthur believed that if the Mafia was going to stay in control of Willowbrook, the children had to be ready. They needed to learn the ways of the Mafia; the laws that kept the peace, the business that kept the money flowing, and the skills that kept them alive. That's why he created Nosa Costra Academy and his fellow Mafia agreed on this as well, an institute where the children of Mafia families were sent to learn.

Nosa Costra wasn't like any regular school. The children didn't go there to study math or history; they went there to learn how to run the family business, how to make deals, how to stay one step ahead of their enemies. They were taught how to survive in a world where everyone wanted power, and no one could be trusted.

Every Mafia family in Willowbrook had secrets. Some were about money, some were about past crimes, and some were about who held the real power behind the scenes. These secrets had to be kept at all costs, and Nosa Costra Academy was where the children learned how to do that. Keeping their family's secrets safe was just as important as learning how to run the business. If a family's secrets got out, it could mean their downfall.

At Nosa Costra, the students were taught by some of the most dangerous and powerful people in Willowbrook. They learned how to negotiate, how to lie, how to stay calm under pressure. They learned the rules of the Mafia world; the rules that kept the city from turning into chaos. They were also taught about loyalty, how to stay true to their family, and how to protect the ones they loved.

Sending their children to Nosa Costra wasn't a choice for the Mafia families; it was a necessity. Without it, their families wouldn't last long in a place like Willowbrook. Arthur knew this, and that's why he made sure the Academy was built. In his mind, it was the only way to keep the Mafia strong and the city in order.

While Nosa Costra Academy was mostly for the children of Mafia families, there was another side to it that many didn't know about. In the shadows of the city, Arthur Morreti had a secret plan to expand the Mafia's power even further. This plan involved children who weren't born into the Mafia life, but were instead taken from the streets of Willowbrook.

These children were called ANTI-MAFIAS. They came from poor families who could barely afford to survive. Some of these children didn't even have parents, just guardians who couldn't take care of them. The Nosa Costra authorities approached these families, offering them a way out of their poverty. The deal was simple: the children would be taken in by Nosa Costra, where they would be trained and fed, and in return, the parents or guardians would receive a small amount of money each month.

To make it legal, the parents or guardians had to sign a document. This paper stated that once the children were sent to Nosa Costra, they were no longer under their family's care; they belonged to the Academy. It was a hard decision for many families, but the money was something they couldn't refuse. It was a token amount, but it was enough to buy food and keep a roof over their heads. Every month, a payment would be sent to the families as long as the children stayed at the Academy.

These ANTI-MAFIA children didn't get to see their families often. The parents were only allowed to visit once a year, at the end of every school year. During this visit, the families could see how much their children had changed, how much stronger and more disciplined they had become. The children, on the other hand, had to come to terms with the fact that they now belonged to Nosa Costra, not to their families.

One evening, there was a knock at the door. Monica and Joseph, Lucas's parents, looked at each other with surprise. They weren't expecting anyone. Joseph opened the door to see two men in dark suits standing outside. One of them held a clipboard, and the other had a serious face but nodded politely.

"Good evening," the man with the clipboard said. "We're from Willowbrook Charity Academy. We're here to tell you that your application for Lucas has been approved. We're here to take him to the Academy."

Monica gasped, her eyes wide with hope and relief. "It's true?" she said, her voice trembling with happiness. "He's really been accepted?"

"Yes," the man said with a small smile. "He will receive the best education, food, and training. It is a big opportunity for him and your family."

Joseph placed a hand on Monica's shoulder and nodded. "We are so grateful. This is the chance we have been waiting for."

Lucas, who had been listening from the other room, ran to his parents. "I'm going, Mom? Dad?" he asked, excitement shining in his eyes.

Monica knelt down and hugged him tightly. "Yes, Lucas. You're going. This is your chance to make us proud."

Lucas stood up straight, trying to look brave. "I'll do my best. I'll make you proud, I promise."

The man with the clipboard nodded. "It's time to go, Lucas. Your new life is waiting."

Lucas glanced at his parents, smiling and holding back tears. He wanted to remember this moment; their proud faces, as he stepped out the door with the men. The car outside hummed quietly, ready to take him to a future that none of them truly understood.

As the car drove away, Monica and Joseph held hands, thinking they had been given a blessing. They didn't know that behind the name "Willowbrook Charity Academy" was a place run by the Mafia, where Lucas would belong to a world far different from the one they imagined.

The ANTI-MAFIAS were trained just like the Mafia children, learning the ways of the Mafia world; business, survival, and loyalty. But their role was different. Once they graduated, they didn't go on to run their own family business. Instead, they were assigned to work for a Mafia family that had been chosen by the Nosa Costra leaders. These children became loyal to the family they were assigned to, helping them expand their power, protect their secrets, and do whatever was needed to keep the family strong.

This way, the Mafia's reach spread not just through family bloodlines, but through those who had been molded into loyal servants. It was another way Arthur made sure Willowbrook stayed under Mafia control, ensuring that even the poorest of the city had a role in his empire.

Nosa Costra Academy was not just a school, even though that's what most people in the Mafia family believed. Behind the classrooms and training halls, there was a darker side to it. Part of the Academy was actually a prison for Mafia criminals. Arthur "The Don" Morreti knew that government prisons were not strong enough to hold Mafia members. He understood that if a Mafia criminal got caught by the police, they might spill every secret they knew, putting the entire Mafia world in danger. To avoid this, Arthur made sure to handle the Mafia criminals himself.

Arthur had a plan for every situation. If a Mafia member committed a crime, whether it was murder, theft, or betrayal, Arthur's first priority was to make sure the federal authorities or the police didn't catch them. He would act quickly and quietly, sending a team of highly trained soldiers to get the criminal before anyone else did. These soldiers were called NOCOA TERMINALS, and they were the most dangerous group in all of Willowbrook.

The NOCOA TERMINALS were stationed at Nosa Costra Academy. They weren't like regular soldiers or bodyguards; they were ruthless and loyal only to Arthur. They followed his orders without question. Each one of them had been handpicked by Arthur himself, trained to be fast, smart, and deadly. They knew the streets of Willowbrook better than anyone, and they were always one step ahead of the police.

Whenever a Mafia member broke the law, the NOCOA TERMINALS were sent to find them. They would move in before the police even had a chance, grabbing the criminal and taking them straight to Nosa Costra. The public had no idea that the Academy also served as a secret prison, hidden from the eyes of the world. It was the perfect place to keep Mafia criminals because no one ever escaped from it.

The prison at Nosa Costra was buried deep underground, below the classrooms and training areas. It was heavily guarded, with no windows and thick steel doors that no one could break through. Arthur had designed it himself, making sure that no matter how powerful or dangerous a Mafia criminal was, they would never get out once they were locked inside.

In Willowbrook, there was a saying: "If the police don't get you, the NOCOA TERMINALS will." And everyone knew that if the NOCOA TERMINALS came for you, there was no turning back.

That morning, Arthur "The Don" Morreti sat in his large, dimly lit office, the shadows of the room barely touching the glow from the massive screen in front of him. The screen covered nearly an entire wall, filled with feeds from hidden cameras all over the city. Arthur had eyes on every corner of Willowbrook, from the busiest streets to the darkest alleys. He controlled the city with precision, knowing exactly what was happening at all times. No one moved in Willowbrook without him seeing it.

He entered a secret passcode into the system, his fingers moving quickly over the keys. Suddenly, the screen changed, showing a live view of Nosa Costra Academy. The school came into view, every part of it visible to Arthur. The Academy was more than just a school; it was a fortress. Large stone walls surrounded it, with guards patrolling the grounds day and night. The school buildings were tall and frightening, with dark windows and steel doors that gave the place a strange, serious feel. It was the kind of place where only the strong survived.

Arthur could see everything happening in the school. The students wore black and red uniforms, with silver logos of their families stitched onto their jackets. The boys wore sharp jackets and pants, and the girls wore the same, there was no difference in the Mafia world, all looking like young soldiers being prepared for war. Some students were in classrooms, sitting straight, listening attentively to their teachers. They weren't allowed to speak, unless their teacher told them to. Others were outside on the training grounds, learning how to fight.

Arthur's eyes focused on the martial arts training happening in the courtyard. His two sons, Phoenix, sixteen, and Caleb, fourteen, were there, moving with speed and skill as they sparred with their friends.

Their martial arts master, Agrid Luchez, was standing nearby, watching them closely. Agrid was a true Mafia grand master, his face weathered and scarred from years of battle. His eyes were sharp, and he moved with the grace of a panther, even though he was no longer young. He wore a simple black training suit, but there was nothing simple about the way he carried himself. His presence alone demanded respect. His hair was tied back in a long, dark ponytail, and he had a thick beard that only added to his intimidating appearance.

Agrid barked orders as the students sparred. "Faster! Keep your guard up! Focus on your opponent's weakness!" His voice was low and powerful, cutting through the air like a knife. The students obeyed without question, their movements quick and precise. Phoenix and Caleb moved like they had been doing this their whole lives, throwing punches, blocking attacks, and dodging strikes. It was clear they were becoming the kind of warriors their father expected them to be.

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