The peaceful days did not last.
In the underworld...Peace was often nothing more than the silence before a storm.
Late that night...
The Ricci estate remained illuminated beneath the silver moon.
Elite guards patrolled every corner.Snipers watched silently from rooftops.Nothing escaped Ricci security.
Yet...Far beyond the estate...
Inside an abandoned cathedral hidden deep within the mountains...A secret meeting had begun.
A dozen powerful figures sat around a circular stone table.
Each represented one of the oldest Mafia families in Europe.The room was silent.
Until one man finally spoke.
"So..."
"The rumors are true."
"The Ricci bloodline has returned."
Another man slowly nodded.
"Our sources confirmed it."
"Marco Ricci found his granddaughter."
A third man's expression darkened.
"If she inherits both the Ricci Empire..."
"...and the Moretti Empire..."
"...the balance of power will disappear."
