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 woke up alone again, in the last few days I hardly saw Riccardo, our communication was basically by phone calls and messages, he was out of town or in the country, I can't say, not least because I only receive information in homoeopathic doses. 


I was going to have coffee one afternoon with girls, Irina was socializing again, when I heard her story I identified a lot with her, I knew what it meant to sacrifice for the one she loves. I would do it all again for them and even more for Riccardo and my babies. 


I had a dress, of all that I was introduced to, I fell in love with one that belonged to Riccardo's grandmother, Grandpa Marcello took me to a kind of storage room in one of the mansion's basements, there was an old chest with all sorts of trinkets and memories and in the middle of them protected by plastic and tissue paper was a beautiful white dress. It didn't look like a wedding dress, it was more of a period dress, like those at the royal balls. 


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