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

As expected, Jullius can count six of Vitto's best men, not that he had many, but these could give us a little trouble if we had to take them down now. Enzo with a long-range weapon stayed behind and so Jullius, and I was waiting for the right moment to enter. 


My heart gave me the answer I needed, I could somehow feel its closeness. — I found you, baby, I'm going to sing for you. 


— Sing? What the fuck? Said Jullius, interrupting my reverie. 


— Fotarsi, bastard! -He shook his head laughing, and soon Enzo's signal arrived, a fat man dressed as a mobster from the thirties fell with the direct shot given by Enzo, then a second near the door, we were counting on a dozen men, but it could be less. 


Jullius sneaking up against the wall, with a quick, clean stroke, knocked over the third. 


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