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At the Heart of the Mafia

Chapter 4 Chapitre 4

Word Count: 1279    |    Released on: 15/02/2025

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

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