SYNOPSIS

The word “mafia” was taken from the Sicilian adjective mafiusu. In the 19th century, this term was used to describe an ambiguous, arrogant, fearless person; but also to refer to someone who is entrepreneurial, proud, courageous, daring, who was recognized for his own merits, qualities or talents, and, above all, for the supremacy of blood.

Meanings aside, it was in mid-1865, in Sicily, that the term “mafia” was first used to describe a criminal association with ramifications in the local government.

There are those who argue that these organizations have medieval origins, that their members were farmers and small landowners who came together to defend their goods from feudal lords; and some argue that the mafia emerged from the union of peasants in order to protect their lands from foreign invasions.

Regardless of the origin, it is certain that “mafia” is used to designate a criminal organization that uses unscrupulous means to defend its assets and, mainly, its people; and those requesting protection are required to pay taxes under pain of harsh reprisals.

Although the word "mafia" is derived from a Sicilian adjective, the term is not exclusive to Sicily. Italy is the country of origin of the various mafia organizations, the best known being the Cosa Nostra, which are the Sicilian buggiardos, the Camorra de Napoli, the Ndrangheta of Calabria, and the bloodthirsty Società Foggiana.

But it was in Vennidit, the birthplace of the most feared families in the mafia, and believe me, no organization was as feared and respected as the "Titolari dei segreti"
Anyone can wield a weapon and impose themselves on the other by force, but only those who know what everyone is trying to hide are able to make their knees voluntarily bend.
Men bow to arms, but governments bow to men's secrets.

My name is my legacy. I'm Ricardo Venni, the heir to the mafia.

VENNI - HEIR TO VENGEANCE

I fell asleep again, it was the second time in a row that this happened. 


I got up, sweat stuck to the fabric on my body, I needed a shower to recover. 


I left my room heading towards the kitchen, filled a glass with cold lemon juice and drank it, feeling the welcome freshness. 


I grabbed a bottle of water and was about to go back to my room when I heard the garage opening. — Where would Lorenzo go at this hour? — but it wasn't him, Lorenzo walked out the door towards the garage almost knocking me down on the way. 


— We will take you to the room, carefully. 


I felt my legs go limp when Jullius came in carrying Riccardo with Lorenzo's help. 


— How did that happen? — Asked Lorenzo. 


— There were too many rats, many of them. 


— Riccardo! My God, what have you done to him? He is fine? 


— He will stay my angel, now he needs help and you can help him. 


— Was he operated on? Shit, the wound is bleeding. Jullius, I'm just a nursing assistant, I'm not a doctor. 


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