The Mafia Princess’s Revenge Chapter 05
The line connected. A deep, steady voice spoke.
“Principessa mia. Our three–year deal isn’t up yet,
is it?”
It was my father. Louis Corleone.
The Don of the Corleone family–the true rulers of
Queens, New York.
An old, legendary mafia family. Ten Costa families.
couldn’t compare.
“Dad, I’m sorry. I was stupid.” My voice cracked. “I
trusted the wrong mah.”
My father was quiet for a long moment.
No anger. No questions.
Just asked me. “Where are you?”
“Outside the Costa mansion. Third street corner.”
“I’m sending a car for you now.”
He hung up.
Then he gave a single, brutal order to his
Consigliere.
Cut off every dock, every weapons dealer, every
ally connected to the Costa family.
Shut Gary Costa down completely.
Two days later, inside the Costa mafia tower
office…
Gary was mid–tryst with Jessica when bad news.
flooded in.
Docks seized their smuggled weapons.
Underground banks refused loans.
Allies went radio–silent.
If it were just one thing, he would’ve brushed it off.
But in a single day, everyone turned their backs.
Like they’d planned it.
Gary Costa’s POV
“Don Costa, is someone targeting you?”
Jessica was half–dressed on his desk, her legs.
draped over me.
I set my phone down, my face dark as storm.
clouds.
I shook my head and said in a low voice.
“I don’t know. But someone’s pulling strings.”
“Could it be…Brianna?”
“You pushed her hard. She’d have reason to hate
you.”
I immediately dismissed it. “No way.”
“Why not?”
“To shut down every ally at once? She doesn’t
have that kind of power.”
“Then who?”
I thought, but no name came.
Knock knock knock.
The family’s financial advisor banged urgently on
the door.
“Don, it’s bad. Really bad.”
I gestured at Jessica.
She quickly buttoned her shirt, hopped off the
desk, and fixed her hair.
Then I let the advisor in.
His face turned pale, his voice was panicked.
“Don, the bank just called. They want all loans
paid in full by the end of the month. Otherwise,
they’ll freeze our assets and force us into
bankruptcy.”
I flew into a rage, slamming my hands on the
desk.
“We agreed to pay by December next year! Why
now?”
The advisor sweated through his shirt.
“Don, you forgot the extra clause. If the bank.
decides the family’s at risk, they can demand full
payment immediately. No exceptions.”
I froze.
I remembered. I’d just been too angry to think.
“Call the bank manager. Now.”
“I already did. He said he’s just following orders.”
I was losing control. “Call again. I’ll speak to him.”
The manager picked up quickly.
“James, it’s Gary Costa. Tell me–who’s behind
this?”
James’s voice was filled with fear.
“Don, I’m sorry. Orders from above. Please pay
what you owe.”
Above? Who had I angered?
James added quietly, “Don, you messed with
someone big. Someone who can rewrite
Brooklyn’s underworld with one step.”
