THE MAFIA ACADEMY

l, and shops stayed open. The streets were busy, but there was a sense of quiet, like everyone was waiting for something to happen. People walked q

ing under the dim glow of a streetlamp. He

ther politician?" the old woman said, her needle

r spine. "Now we know better. Arthur Morreti

gers loitered, their laughter fadin

down last night," one of them said, eyes

at a passing sedan with darkened windows. "You do

o loudly, "Everyone knows when the sun sets, t

alleys, and whispers of power floated through the streets. The clubs and bars were filled with people celebrating or plotting their next move, all under the

respect just by walking into a room. His face was sharp, with deep-set eyes that seemed to see through everyone. His hair was slicked back, always perfectl

ne else in the city dared wear that color. It was a symbol of his power, of the blood he had spilled to get to the top. His shoes we

ong. He was known for being cold and calculating, a man of few words, but when he spoke, everyone listened. He had built his empire b

athered around a poker table, chips clinking and cards shuffling.

ed down tight," Marco said,

chips into the pot. "Ain't nobody bold enough to c

round in Willowbrook," another man, Len

"That's why Arthur wears that red tie, boys. It's a remi

en agreement clear: Arthur Morreti ruled not just

abruptly. Marco's grin stiffened, and silence fell over the

e a tight ship, making sure no other Mafia families started fights or stepped out of line. If they did, he handled them qu

the next generation had to learn the rules, understand the power, and protect their families from enemies. In a city like Willowbroo

of the Mafia; the laws that kept the peace, the business that kept the money flowing, and the skills that kept them alive. That's why he cr

nt there to learn how to run the family business, how to make deals, how to stay one step ahead of their e

behind the scenes. These secrets had to be kept at all costs, and Nosa Costra Academy was where the children learned how to do that. Keeping th

otiate, how to lie, how to stay calm under pressure. They learned the rules of the Mafia world; the rules that kept the city from

t, their families wouldn't last long in a place like Willowbrook. Arthur knew this, and that's why he made

know about. In the shadows of the city, Arthur Morreti had a secret plan to expand the Mafia's power even further. Th

ians who couldn't take care of them. The Nosa Costra authorities approached these families, offering them a way out of their poverty. The deal was simple: the child

ir family's care; they belonged to the Academy. It was a hard decision for many families, but the money was something they couldn't refuse. It was a token amount,

school year. During this visit, the families could see how much their children had changed, how much stronger and more disciplined they ha

with surprise. They weren't expecting anyone. Joseph opened the door to see two men in dark suits s

brook Charity Academy. We're here to tell you that your application

ief. "It's true?" she said, her voice tremblin

receive the best education, food, and training.

r and nodded. "We are so grateful. This

room, ran to his parents. "I'm going, Mom? Da

ghtly. "Yes, Lucas. You're going. T

to look brave. "I'll do my best.

odded. "It's time to go, Luc

this moment; their proud faces, as he stepped out the door with the men. The car out

ing. They didn't know that behind the name "Willowbrook Charity Academy" was a place run

graduated, they didn't go on to run their own family business. Instead, they were assigned to work for a Mafia family that had been chosen by the Nosa Costra leaders. The

o had been molded into loyal servants. It was another way Arthur made sure Willowbrook stay

of the Academy was actually a prison for Mafia criminals. Arthur "The Don" Morreti knew that government prisons were not strong enough to hold Mafia members. He understood that if a Mafia

to make sure the federal authorities or the police didn't catch them. He would act quickly and quietly, sending a team of highly trained soldiers t

oyal only to Arthur. They followed his orders without question. Each one of them had been handpicked by Arthur himself, trained to be

chance, grabbing the criminal and taking them straight to Nosa Costra. The public had no idea that the Academy also served as a sec

d, with no windows and thick steel doors that no one could break through. Arthur had designed it himself, making sure

t you, the NOCOA TERMINALS will." And everyone knew that if

he screen covered nearly an entire wall, filled with feeds from hidden cameras all over the city. Arthur had eyes on every corner of Willowbrook, from the busiest str

view, every part of it visible to Arthur. The Academy was more than just a school; it was a fortress. Large stone walls surrounded it, with guards patrolling the grounds day and night

ets and pants, and the girls wore the same, there was no difference in the Mafia world, all looking like young soldiers being prepared for war. Some students were in classrooms, sittin

ourtyard. His two sons, Phoenix, sixteen, and Caleb, fourteen, were t

s eyes were sharp, and he moved with the grace of a panther, even though he was no longer young. He wore a simple black training suit, but there was nothing simple about the way

h the air like a knife. The students obeyed without question, their movements quick and precise. Phoenix and Caleb moved like they had been doing this their