Ashwood was an odd neighborhood. It was full of life and activity, yet corruption and scheming lurked in all the alleys. A place where only the fittest lived and the rest became their prey. The heart of the mafia.
Alessandro "Alex" De Marco- a name inducing shudders of fear and respect among the underground circuits of cities. A powerful and ruthless mafia boss, he poured destruction upon his enemies, while his loyal followers enjoyed good rewards.
But Alex's life was about to undergo a huge turn.
An odd letter calling for him to attend the office of the most reputable law firm in the city appeared in front of him. Short and to the point, an unexplainable spark of curiosity and uneasiness burned into him.
At the law firm, he was received by a stern receptionist who escorted him to a room where faint rays of light spilled into the gloom through very narrow slats in the wooden shutters. There stood the imposing figure behind the desk, his features draped in shadows.
"Oh, Mr. DeMarco," came the voice from deep within his throat." Thank you for coming. I am Reginald Thornton, executor of the estate of the late Donatella Bianchi."
Now his eyes narrowed. Donatella Bianchi was a name he hadn't uttered in years. She was cunning and ruthless-a mafia boss in her own right.
"What does it have to do with me?" questioned Alex with a voice that trembled yet strong.
Reginald grinned-the kind of split-second ugly grin that portended evil. "Donatella Bianchi left you all her estate, Mr. DeMarco. Her mansion, her businesses, her vast fortune... it's all yours."