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

The morning started hectic, the house was full of guests. Women from the Venni family came from all over for the wedding and were on Ellie like bees on honey. 


Some advised on marriage, taught prayers, centuries-old culinary recipes from the Venni family, and others just hugged happily for her and us. 


I barely sat down for breakfast when I was called to the office, Ellie would have to deal with the Venni butts alone. I kissed her face and mumbled an “I'm sorry” leaving her with the guests. 


— Sorry boss, we were expected one of our fell there, and we were injured. — defended Lucca holding the bleeding abdomen. 


— Cazzo! And the boy? Where is he? Did you bring him? 


— My son is fine, Vitto left him with an elderly couple, when the man died the lady raised him alone. The bastard Vitto sent money and supplies, but he never went there, Pinzzano let them know on our possible visit. 


— How did this happen? I asked, pointing towards three wounded men in my office. 


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