A few hours before the explosion; The black truck rumbled quietly a few blocks away from the polling station. Inside, the Clayton men were tense, their faces illuminated by the dim overhead light. Serge stood at the front, a map of the polling station spread out before him."Alright, listen up," Serge said, his voice low but commanding. "We go in, plant the explosives, and get out quick. No mistakes."One of the men, Danny, raised his hand hesitantly. "Serge, what exactly are we carrying in these bags? They feel pretty heavy."Serge’s eyes narrowed. "You questioning Randy and Bobby’s orders, Danny?"Danny swallowed hard. "No, I just—""Good," Serge cut him off. "Because if you do, you’ll face their wrath. You don’t want that, trust me."The truck fell silent, the tension palpable. Serge took a deep breath and checked his watch. "It’s time. Move out."At the polling station, Anderson stepped out of his car, a confident smirk on his face. Vittorio was already there, surrounded by suppor

The ambiance in the Griffo estate was fraught, like a coiled spring about to snap. The typically joyful banquet hall had turned into a setting of heated disputes and strong emotions. The angered capos surrounded the long table in a circle after two of their fellow members were violently killed.Vincenzo remained composed at the head of the table, holding onto a peaceful attitude even as chaos unfolded around him. Observing the room, he observed tightly clenched fists, narrowed eyes, and raised voices. The emergence of sorrow and rage was evident and needed to be addressed to avoid worsening. Rick, recognized for his explosive demeanor, furiously slammed his fist on the table. “We cannot just sit here! We need to avenge our falling capos.!Antonio, a more level-headed capo, shook his head. "And risk more lives? We need to plan this carefully. Charging in blindly will only get us killed.""Carefully?" Rick spat, his face red with fury. "They killed Vittorio and Gio! We need to show th

People chatted and laughed in the lively atmosphere of Philadelphia City Hall's grand ballroom, with the pleasant sound of champagne glasses clinking in the luxurious space. The city's most prominent figures gathered to commemorate the beginning of the new mayor's term, a significant event arranged by the Clayton twins. The interim Mayor was Bryan Benson a man who was in leagues with Clayton’s family and as such the Griffo family knew the twins had gained a lot from the disaster that was the last election.Amid the shimmering crowd, Rain glided with skillful elegance, her graceful gown cascading around her like a fluid stream. Yet, she kept watch over the room, looking for any trace of Serge, the hired killer of the Claytons. Vincenzo Griffo, looking impressive in his custom-made suit, stood next to the bar, holding a glass of bourbon. He stared intensely at Rain as she came closer, a grin forming on his face. "Hello beautiful," he called out, his voice smooth and warm. "You look st

The ambulance sped through the urban streets, sirens blaring, lights flickering. Nathan was seated next to Luna, holding her hand firmly. She had a pale complexion and was taking shallow breaths. The bandages applied quickly by the paramedics were soaked with blood. “Nathan.” A weak and dying Luna said calling out to her lover.“Am right here, Luna.” Nathan choked with fear and desperation as he whispered, "Stay with me, please." Luna blinked her eyes open, a faint grin appearing in her mouth. “Nathan... I can’t feel my legs.”“Don’t talk, save your strength,” Nathan pleaded, his tears falling freely. “We’re almost at the hospital. You’re going to be okay.”Luna’s hand squeezed his, her grip weak. “I’m tired, Nathan. So tired.”“Medics,” Nathan yelled out to the paramedics, who were just a few inches away from him in the moving vehicle. “She’s closing her eyes, do something.”The paramedic glanced at Nathan, his expression grim. “We’re doing everything we can, sir. Just keep talking

The tension in the air was palpable as Max stormed into his uncle Vanekan's office, slamming the door behind him. Vanekan sat behind his mahogany desk, eyes narrowing as he watched Max's approach."Uncle, what the heck are you thinking?" Max's voice was a mixture of anger and confusion. "Dropping all our plans to take over the Griffo family businesses? To destroy Vincenzo? All because Luna died?"Vanekan's gaze hardened. "Sit down, Max."Max ignored the command, his fists clenched at his sides. "No, I won’t sit down. You owe me an explanation."Vanekan leaned forward, his eyes dark and intense. "Luna's death changes everything."Max laughed bitterly. "Changes everything? We were so close! And now you're throwing it all away. Why? Because some niece you didn’t even care about died."Vanekan's voice dropped to a deadly calm. "This isn't just about us anymore. This is about family. Luna died at the hands of the Yakuza. That is an attack on our family's name and integrity."Max's face twi