Trillionaire In Disguise (The Mafia’s comeback)

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an Italian accent as he entered an expansive office that contained a meticulously organized grandio

es, the floor-to-ceiling window provided a panoramic view of t

his eyes to meet his personal assistant's gaz

ea, Capo, but I bet it's nothing good, especial

ve nod, he declared

Marco left the office to

as the guy he was smirking at. As a matter of fact, they grew up together as riv

hing as he walked toward the desk, shaking his head at the same time. "You've ascende

w? Building Spark Conglomerate wasn't a one-d

aid, "You... cavolo!" shaking his head with a disapproving frown. "Io ho

ith an arched eyebrow, resp

You worked for my father; you're obliged to work for me, bas

tically mean I work for you. As a matter of fact, you're gazing at one of the wealthiest men in Italy, helming the leading corporation with assets wo

wards Lorenzo. "Not too long ago, you settled my dad's unfinished business after he passed a

ur accomplishments, you still feel beholden to my father for shaping who you are. I am my

m no longer tethered to the Romano Family's Mafia; that chapter of

ng

! The Romanos plucked you from the street and molded you into the formidable figure you are today, honed you into the most feared

my competitors, just as you did for my father. That bastardo is making things difficult for me. If

ook. "I owe him nothing. Now,

sure you're listening to me right now, L

t shit and die)! If you do not leave, I won't hesitate to thr

ir. Adjusting his jacket with a sneer, he warne

ormed out of the office, slammi

der his breath, casting a disgruntled look at

Although, Capo, you've

dentified himself as your grandfather from Beverly Hills,

sing his features, though he concealed it. Blinkin

ed on speaking directly wi

vide a reason?"

I recall now! He mentioned your brother, Noah, I believe. He said he's dead