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
From the darkness comes the light. Simon didn;t know exactly how long he was out. He has no idea what day it was today and how many days or weeks he was sleeping. Hell, he doesn’t even know where he was right now. All he knew was that he’s lying in a soft mattress with the smell of disinfectant reeking in the room, if he’s even in a room. Disinfectant. He was probably in a hospital, but why. That question floated in his mind for a few seconds before he finally realized what happened to him in the past. He was on his way to his party when they were blocked by armed men and fired at them. He lost consciousness and when he regained it, the car was burning. All of his men were dead, including his driver Elton and Giovanni, Marcus was probably dead too. Pain for the death of his people whom he considered friends washed over him. And with that he abruptly opened his eyes. He survived, and that only meant two things. Someone saved him from the certainty of death or those who wanted hi
It’s been a week since Simon woke up from inside Angela’s house. In the span of one week Simon had absorbed every detail of her true identity. He was still not sure if she’s part of the enemies plan or was she really an angel in disguise who was sent to help him survive. Just like her name, Angela was really like an angel wearing a white robe. Simon learned that she’s a neurosurgeon who works at one of New York’s most prestigious hospitals. Would he be considered lucky that the one who found and saved him from certain death was a doctor? Simon didn’t think so, for Simon it was quite suspicious. How come, of all people, Angela happened to pass that part of the road at the same time the ambush happened? Was it just a coincidence? He doesn’t know it, and he’s hell-bent in knowing the truth. Angela smiled as she placed the roasted chicken on the table. Simon was in the process of recovering, he was now able to walk without the aid of wheelchairs or crutches. He sat there and stared at