Mafia Kings: Adriano: Dark Mafia Romance Series #2

Fuck the Agrellas.

The whole thing started when my father died a few months ago, and my older brother Dario became don of the Rosolini family.

A spy from another Cosa Nostra family had been nosing around our territory, so Dario put a hit out on him.

Our family’s enforcer Lars had taken care of the spy, but he hadn’t had the heart to kill the only witness: a waitress named Alessandra.

Dario had kidnapped her to find out why the spy had been in her café that night…

…but then my brother had fallen in love.

Now Dario and Alessandra were married.

Which I was happy about. I couldn’t’ve asked for a better sister-in-law.

But before the wedding, there had been an attempted hit on Alessandra and my brothers Massimo and Valentino while they were in Florence. That had been a month ago.

The hit was actually carried out by some pezzi di merda working for a guy named the Turk…

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They were a Cosa Nostra family who ran the back alleys of Florence, while my family controlled the judges, cops, and politicians in City Hall.

It was an uneasy alliance, but we’d made it work for 20 years.

And now the Agrellas had flushed it down the toilet.

They’d thrown their lot in with the Turk, thinking they could seize all of Florence after our family got slaughtered.

Think again, assholes.

We’d already killed the Turk.

The Agrellas were next, as far as I was concerned.

But now that they’d shot themselves in the dick, the Agrellas were whining like little bitches.

We didn’t know about the hit! We didn’t give our permission – please oh please can’t we just TALK about it?

I would’ve loved to have shoved a gun in all their mouths and have them talk to that –

But Dario didn’t want war.

After my father’s death, our family was weakened.

We’d split our territory with Uncle Fausto, who had been our father’s consigliere and right-hand man for 25 years…

And we’d just survived an attempt to wipe out our entire organization.

Me? I was all for going in guns blazing and wiping the Agrellas out –

But Dario was the don.

So his word was my command.

As the newly appointed capo of the Rosolini family in Florence, I had a mission:

Talk with the Agrellas…

Try to maintain the peace…

And not start a war in Florence unless absolutely necessary.

Even though they’d violated a 20-year-old truce and given their blessing for a psychopath to try to kill my brothers and sister-in-law.

So, yeah.

Fuck the Agrellas.