Simon decided that he will stay in the office for the night until he finished all the paper work that needs his attention. He’s been busy with other things the past weeks and now that he’s back in the office, his workload piled up. Good thing Giovanni was there to help him with the paperwork when he was not around, but still, there were some papers that needed his signature. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, it’s almost nine in the evening and he hasn’t eaten anything since this afternoon. He was so absorbed with his work that he forgot to take his dinner. Simon pressed the bridge of his nose to reduce the pressure. He pulled his eyeglass and se it on top of the table. He needed a drink right now to ease the tension in his muscles. Leaving his swivel chair, he went to the mini bar inside his office. He made sure to have a stash of alcohol whenever he needed it. Vodka sounds better than dinner. He downed the contents of his glass in one go, and poured another before he went b
Gripping the steering wheel of the car that made his knuckles almost white, Simon drove his car at the very fastest it could get. The traffic rules are the last thing that he cared about in his state. He was enraged and at the same time he wanted to cry and shout in pure frustration. A distant memory came into his mind as he stepped into the gas, making his car fly in the busy streets of New York, several times he almost bumped into other cars but was quick to avoid it. It was his mother, her face was covered in blood, and it was dripping all the way into her body. Her eyes were open but empty, she’s not moving no matter how Simon calls and shakes her. He closed his eyes as those horrible memories assaulted him. He was not able to save her, he was powerless then, and a coward. And now his father. He died without him by his side. He died and Simon couldn’t even do something to save him, to try to stop what’s bound to happen. His jaw tightened as he gritted his teeth. The traitor.
The news about the death of one of the most powerful business men had spread and the media was so into it. They had done everything just so they can have Simon’s comment about the incident. It was suicide. That news broke and everyone was so curious as to what might be the possible reason why the most influential man in the business industry took his own life. The black coffin with gold details lay in the middle of the chapel where the funeral service was held. Businessmen from across the state arrived to pay their respect. Emiliano Morelli was not just a Mafia Lord to some people, he was a hero. He may be a ruthless lord in the underworld but he had helped a lot of people, he had saved them from death and poverty and he was actually not cruel to those who were not his enemies. The five families of New York arrived, and one of them was the Mancinis. Cassius Mancini, Simon’s godfather hugged him tight. The old man tapped his back to somehow give comfort to Simon. “I’m so sorry, so
After seven days of wake, Emiliano Morelli was brought to his final resting place. The burial ceremony was attended only by those who were close to the Morelli family, mostly from the crime families and their business partners. The sky poured heavily that day, it was like it mourned the death of a good and at the same time a ruthless man. The Mancinis stayed until the very end. Cassius tapped Simon’s death when the last shovel of dirt finally covered the coffin. Simon’s face was void of any emotions as he stared at the dirt. He didn’t show any emotions at all. He has been thinking these past few days. It was so unlikely for his father to take his own life. Simon had known his father all his life, and there was only one word to describe him, he’s a strong man. He’s not the dragon of the underworld for nothing. His feet padded on the wet soil as he walked back to where the cars had parked. It was funny that after a person’s death, he will be slowly forgotten until there’s nothing l
The five families that composed the Commission were from the wealthiest and most influential crime family in New York City. They were on the top of the game of the crime lords, the Bellagamas, Mancinis, D’ Angelo, Romano and the Morellis. The five big bosses were considered the gods in the underworld and the Commission was considered to be the governing body of all crime lords. Being able to get in the commission was not easy, you have to crawl your way to the top with the dirt and blood tainted in your hands. But being in the commission post a huge threat not just to the boss of the family, but as well as to the family. In an event where a certain family falls down from it’s power, the boss shall be stripped off his position and shall be replaced, making the game even more dangerous. Every crime family fought blood and sweat just to get the privilege of being part of the governing body. Three sleek, black cars lined up and sped their way, making the other cars slip on the side givi
All eyes focused on Federico as they waited for what he had to say. He sat at the farthest part of the table. Simon stared at Federico above his eyebrows. He was waiting for him to say the wrong words and the man would be done. His hand twitched as anticipation gripped him like an iron shackle. His father has chosen Federico as the Under Boss when his father became the Boss of the Morelli Crime Family. Simon was not yet born at that time, but his father had assumed the position after his father suddenly died of a brief illness. Simon didn’t actually care if the man was his father’s most trusted man, for him Federico couldn’t be trusted, his gut says so. Federico leaned on the table with both of his hands clasped together. The man had no emotions visible on his face, it was like he had perfected the art of concealing his emotions. Simon didn’t like it. It made him feel when he can’t read someone. A smile made its way towards Federico’s lips. Not a mocking smile, but it’s not since
True to his word, Cassius Mancini organized a grand party to welcome Simon as the new Boss of the Morelli Crime family. All the members of the organized families across the country were invited. Much to Simon’s protest, Mancini made it a point that Simon can rely on him as his second father now that Emiliano was already dead. “You can always come to me if you need anything. I mean anything, Salvatorre, be it about the families, connections and even if you wanted to eliminate someone, you can always count on me.” Mancini told him.The Bellagambas offered to use the tower for the party. Simon couldn’t actually believe their warm acceptance, of being the new member of the commission. Simon was more that busy than before, it was a good thing that Giovanni and Marcus were there for him. Federico had also shown interest in helping him in his new role. Simon didn’t see any protest when Federico appeared in his office one day. “Boss, it’s time.” Elton knocked on Simon’s office. He peake
Numbness. Scorching hot. Simon felt all of that when his consciousness returned. He didn’t know how long he'd been out but he guessed it wasn’t that long. Then memories came rushing back. He was on his way to the party organized by his godfather as a welcome party for him when cars blocked their way and armed men started firing. Before Simon could counter the firing, he was hit multiple times. Then he saw one of the faces who ambushed them. The man was bald, but what caught his attention was the tiger tattoo on half of his face. Anger filled Simon. They were ambushed on the way to the party. This is a premidetated plan. He can’t move. He wanted to and tried to move his body but it seems like a tons of rock prevented him from moving even a little bit. Blood. He knew he was hit when gunshots were fired a while ago. He doesn’t know how many bullets had embedded in his body but all he knew was he was starting to feel numb. He can’t feel anything, from his limbs up to his arms. The s