195. Brazilian Mafia War

Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Five

Elijah, the young mafia boss, sat in his dimly lit office, a haze of cigar smoke swirling around him. He leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers idly tapping on the mahogany desk. His piercing blue eyes glistened with a mixture of determination and a hint of vulnerability as he contemplated the treacherous path he was about to tread.

The room was adorned with ornate paintings and vintage furniture, a stark contrast to the criminal empire that Elijah had built. His cartel, known for its ruthlessness, had gained notoriety in the underworld, and power coursed through his veins. But today, his mission was different. Today, he sought to protect his empire with a deal that could change the course of his life.

Elijah reached for his vintage phone, a relic from another era, and dialed a number he knew by heart. The voice on the other end was gruff but loyal, "Boss, what can I do for you?"

"Tony, I need you to organize my jet," Elijah said with a calm
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