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

Traditional Italian families celebrate everything with food and mine was no different. The spring sun, after the rainy season, warmed the entire garden where our guests celebrated. 


I looked at my beautiful wife who swayed her wide hips as if in a samba cadence, my heart still abandoned its natural rhythm just to beat the rhythm of its steps. Ellie was my cure, my fuel, she made me strong where I was weak, and I could face the world just by having her by my side. 


From her immense and round belly of eight months of gestation, she seemed to pay me off every time she passed me. 


She was carrying out two girls. Yep! I'm a lucky guy, three boys and now two girls, Felicita and Ana Luíza. Vincenzo, Alex and Marcello are the names of our children, Ellie chose them in honour of the people important to us. 


My grandfather left us two years ago and Giácomo only a few months ago. Ellie was very devastated, it was like losing a father a second time. 


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