The Mafia Protocol

rough it like a ghost, never truly seen but always watching. Every day bro

n her mind: Your father promised me a daughter. Camilla had been a means

tter now. What mat

needed to get to the

r on the desk. She hadn't asked for them, hadn't even heard a knock at the do

usiness dealings with Riccardo's family and several other powerful families.

g didn't

something, and now, it was

errupted her thoughts.

e of Riccardo's trusted men, greeted he

lla said, her voice

folder on her desk. "This is

Another list of things to keep her busy. Anoth

ned it

e she realized how interconnected they were-ties to Riccardo's criminal operations, to

omething I should be read

't. But you're involved now, Mrs. Falcone. Wh

est. This was too much. Too many unknowns. She had to get answ

to start?" she asked

r face. "You're resourceful, I'll give y

, leaving her with the heavy weight

lla had spent the day looking through every file she could get her hands o

oom, as it always did. The faint scent of co

uctive day," he said, his

she replied, standing up. "You've

pers on the desk. "You've had enough tools.

she said. "Not m

s dark and unreadable. "And

n time? I don't have tim

terrupted, his tone cold. "If it weren't for the

e to her chest. Her father's lies were more than just financial; they

ce trembling despite her best efforts to remain calm. "

before she could even register it. "You think I wanted any of this? Yo

at about me? What about my life? I didn't

is, either? To be the head of a criminal empire? To have enemies in every corner of the world? This isn't wh

his words settle over her.

I do now?" she

rvive long enough to make your move. And then,

cryptic messages from Carlo. Camilla quickly learned that Riccardo's world was one of cons

med. His empire had cracks. Weaknesses. The more she looked,

eived an encrypted message on the phone Riccard

m. The warehou

but she didn't need one. She

Someone who was willing to t

ind out what Ric