THE MAFIA ACADEMY

hotel operations. "Sofia, give me the update

d most weekends, and we've had positive feedback on our customer service. But as Lucian mentioned, we're facing some challenges with our downtow

ep pushing for those partnerships. We

We've also installed several new games that are attracting attention from the younger crowd. Our VIP sect

, work with the marketing team to create a new promotion. Something big that will bring in more high rollers. Sofia, I want you to fo

g down notes. "Understood, Mister I

moving. I expect results by the next quarter," he said with finality.

er, but the work w

cattered fruit trees. The sun was shining down on the green fields, and Nathan was crouched down among the tomato plants, carefully plucking ripe, red tomatoes from the vines. H

s getting older, her movements were steady and strong. She wore a wide-brimmed hat to protect her

kind, "hurry up with those tomatoes! Your mot

, Grandma!" he replied, grabbing the last few tomatoes and putting them carefully into the b

ed out again, reminding him, "Be careful, Nathan!

walking out of the farm, heading down the dirt path toward the market. The sound of birds and the wind throu

had been tough for Nathan and his family. Without his father around, money was tight, and they had to rely on the little they could grow on their small farm. The bike,

m, kicking up dirt. He could hear the faint sound of a train in the distance, and birds flew overhead, chirping as they soared through the b

s mother, Anna, sitting at her small bench where she sold their farm's produce. She had a tired but kind look on her face as

he hopped off his bike, pulling th

ing a mixture of pride and weariness. "There

through the tomatoes, piling them neatly on her bench for sale

c bag filled with rice and another with peas. "Take these home, Nathan.

"But, Mom, why shouldn't we save s

as a bit sad. She knew the rice an

worry." She was lying, but she did

dmother might be hun

ling proud of his mother's strength. "Alright, Mom. I'

der. "That's my boy. Be care

s carefully secured. As he rode back home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility

hopped off, and as usual, he hung his bike on the rusty metal hook by the side of the house. The hook ha

ags of rice and peas his mother had given him. Once inside, he headed straight for the k

t it on the stove to boil. As the rice cooked, he moved on to the peas. He opened the bag, poured the peas into another pot, added a little w

e and covered both pots to keep the food warm. Just as he finished, his grandmother Diana came home from the

wide with surprise. "I could smell that

gave me the rice and peas, and I figured I'

n't believe it. You're growing up so fast, and you'

ma. I just did what Mom taught

lder. "Good enough? It smells like a feast!

d of him. Together, they sat down at the small kitc

he keyboard as he sent off the last few emails and reviewed the final details of a hotel deal. He glanced over the spreadsheets on

ocket and used it to lock his office door. The card slid smoothly through the scanner, and a soft beep confirmed th

was already waiting by the door. "All set, si

stepping out. "Make sure tomorrow's meetin

se, Mister Ivanovick.

driver, stood by the lead vehicle, a row of pristine white BMW Seven-Series lined up in perfect formation

and opened the rear door for him. "Good evening, Mister

replied smoothly, sliding

ating the streets of Willowbrook. The city lights flickered as they passed, the calm of the night wrapping around them. After a short drive, the convo

out before the grand mansion. The yard was perfectly maintained, with rows of hedges, a large

ivers, quickly stepped out of their vehicles as a sign of respect. Romeo moved swift

her eyes light up as she approached. "Welco

lied, giving Alexis a hug and of

ide, Camilla, their daughter, waited patiently, knowing she wasn't allowed to greet her father outside. Alexis a

gs and polished marble floors. Art hung on every wall, showcasing masterpieces from around the world. The centerpiece of the evening was a rare Monet watercolor painting titled

front of The Avante, the

one woman whispered to her co

captured movement like no ot

he painting. "The detail is so delicate, yet t

on the floor. These thieves, hired by the Mafia, were dressed in black tactical attire, their faces hidden behind dark masks

er took care of the alarm system with a few swift movements of their hands. They worked with calm efficiency, knowing they

urveillance system, gave him a full view of the Belluva Art Gallery. He could see the thieves moving through the building, their

n of the Nocoa Terminals, his elite team. The ph

voice was sha

is tone steady. "A group of thieves just broke in. They're taking

nd I will be there in five minutes. We'll tak

t see it. "Good. No one else can kn

o replied confidently. "We'r

ck in his chair, watching the screen. He knew that with Pablo and t

. The team then pulled on night vision goggles, green lenses glowing faintly as they moved through the shadows. Panic erupted as the guests

om the wall, swiftly placing a fake in its place. His movements were smooth and quick, taking no more than a few

allery, swirling through the air, and confusing the thieves. They had no idea where it was coming from, and it slowed them down. The people in

er. Before the thieves could react, gunshots rang out. Each thief was hit on the shoulder, dropping one by one to th