At the Heart of the Mafia
in the shadows, watching the scene unfold before her. She had never seen the Corleone brothers in such a state. All three of them were there, ga
bullet fired, every sentence a blow struck. From the outside, one might have thought it wa
the accusations pile up, the accusations of betrayal, the veiled threats. Every word the Corleones spoke was
es in his neck tense like a rope ready to snap. He had always been the calm one, the most thoughtful, but today he seemed about to blow everything up. And the othe
trying to blend into the shadows, but the atmosphere in the room was too heavy. She knew it could escalate in an instant. Viol
the men present, and it was as if time had stopped. He didn't need to shout to imp
monotone voice. "Corleones aren't made to quarrel like an
rden of war weighing heavily on these men's shoulders. The Corleones were warr
face, searching for something. Elvie felt a shiver run down her
dered in a tone that
cision Adriano made seemed to lead her deeper into the abyss. Every moment spent in that villa, working for
was calm, too calm, as if he was already in another world, beyond the immediate danger. He seemed to anticipate eve
h more than that. He pushed her to her limits, to explore areas she didn't want to know. And this time, she knew she could
warehouse, a place Elvie had seen in rumors before, but never imagined she would visit. Here, in the middle of the city, in the s
did not make the fear that knotted her stomach disappear. She knew that at any moment, the situation could degenerate. The exchanged
other hand, was just a spectator in a world where men were willing to sacrifice everything to gain more power, more control. But despite the terror that
red, but each sentence was heavy with menace. Elvie stood there, in the middle of this
hungry lions, never left room for tranquility. They fed on the weaknesses of others, on mistakes they cou
ry or influence. This was open warfare, a war where deaths had become commonplace. And Elvie knew she couldn't e
rcation in a neighborhood near the Corleone villa had ended in bloodshed. A member of a rival family had been killed in the street, in
his time in a closed room, their faces serious and tense. Adriano didn't need to speak for every
a low voice, without turning away from the window
ings would never be the same again. The violence that was rising, the chaos that was devouring everythi