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So i will let you know story synopsis lets see how it goes

Past:

In the shadows of Kansas City’s criminal underworld, power is earned through blood, loyalty, and fear. Marco Bellini, the ruthless underboss of the Bellini crime family, has everything a mobster could want—wealth, influence, and respect. But years ago, he lost the only thing that truly mattered: Isabella Romano, the woman he loved, in a tragic car accident. Unable to move on, Marco lives with the ghosts of his past until a shocking discovery changes everything. Isabella’s death was no accident. It was the result of a covert operation carried out by the rival DeLuca crime family, turning his heartbreak into a burning desire for revenge. Rather than launch a war that would engulf Kansas City in bloodshed, Marco chooses a far more calculated path. He infiltrates the DeLuca family from within and marries Sofia DeLuca, the beloved daughter of the very man responsible for Isabella’s death. To Marco, the marriage is merely a means to an end—a perfect way to destroy his enemies from the inside.

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I will give introduction in next chapter

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Episode 1 :

The city feared two names above all others. Luca Moretti. Marco Bellini. Inside the East Side headquarters, Luca Moretti sat behind his massive oak desk. As Capo of the East, he controlled thousands of men and millions of dollars. Ruthless. Calculating. Unshakable. Men twice his size trembled before him. The office door opened. Marco Bellini walked in without permission. Luca looked up from his paperwork.

Marco smirked and dropped into the chair opposite him.

Luca laughed

Marco’s expression turned serious.

The amusement vanished from Luca’s face. He leaned back.

Marco narrowed his eyes

Silence filled the room. Marco’s jaw tightened.

Luca sighed heavily

Marco’s eyes darkened.

Luca knew exactly what he meant. The woman Marco had loved. The woman whose death still haunted him. The woman Marco believed the DeLuca family had murdered. Every day since then, revenge had become his only purpose.

Luca stared at him.

Marco laughed

The word sounded foreign coming from him.

Luca stood and walked toward the window

Marco remained silent

Marco’s face hardened

Marco cursed. The Russo Underboss. Powerful. Respected. Dangerous. An alliance had already been arranged between the DeLucas and Russos. Sofia’s future was decided.

Luca turned sharply

Continues:

Bellini Casino – Private Bar The casino was alive with noise. Money changed hands. Cards hit tables. Champagne flowed. But inside the private bar, everything felt quiet. Marco Bellini sat alone with a glass of whiskey. The ice had already melted. He hadn’t noticed. (Matteo Russo. Underboss of the Russo family. Cold. Disciplined. Respected. The kind of man fathers trusted and enemies feared. Everything about him irritated me. Not because he was powerful. Not because he was dangerous. But because he stood between me and the revenge I’d spent two years chasing. The DeLucas had moved on. They laughed. They celebrated. They planned weddings and alliances. Meanwhile the woman I loved was buried six feet underground. No justice. No answers. No peace. And every time I heard Sofia DeLuca’s name, I remembered exactly who her family was.) Faro slid into the chair opposite him.

I looked up.

I laughed

Luca Moretti. Capo of the East. One of the few men I respected. He wasn’t afraid of me. Never had been. Most men saw violence when they looked at me. Luca saw the man I used to be. Maybe that’s why he kept trying to stop me.)

I took a drink

I smirked

Reckless. That’s what they called determination when it made them uncomfortable

Faro sighed heavily.

Silence settled between them. (They didn’t understand. Neither of them. Luca wanted me to let it go. Faro wanted me to move on. Move on to what? The woman I loved died screaming inside a wrecked car. Every day after that felt empty. Every year felt longer. The world kept moving. I didn’t.

The answer came quietly. For the first time all night, Marco didn’t respond. (Her laugh. Her smile. The plans we’d made. The future we’d talked about. Gone. One night. One crash. One family I couldn’t stop blaming.

I looked away.

For once Faro didn’t back down

The room became silent. Dangerously silent. But Faro kept talking.

Faro stared directly at him.

My expression hardened

The words hit harder than Faro probably intended. (The old Marco. The man who laughed. The man who trusted people. The man who believed life was more than business and blood. That man died with her. I drained the rest of his whiskey.

The answer caught i off guard. Neither man spoke for several seconds.

Faro’s expression darkened

Silence

I looked away. (Maybe he was right. Maybe there was nothing left except revenge. Maybe that was all I had now.) Faro stood.

I didn’t answer. Faro headed toward the door. Before leaving, he stopped.

I slowly looked up.