The study door was locked from the inside. Yet, the room was filled with the scent of old books and expensive liquor.

Vincenzo was one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in the city. For him, books were a respite from the bloodshed, betrayals, and the mafia life.

But tonight, he was furious.

He slammed the book down on the desk in anger.

Vincenzo muttered to himself.

The door opened and his brother walked inside. He held a fresh bottle of liquor in his hand. Seeing Vincenzo’s dark expression, he smirked slightly.

His brother asked, pouring Vincenzo a glass of liquor.

Vincenzo growled, picking up the glass.

Bincenzo pulled up a chair and laughed.

Vincenzo raised his glass.

Vincenzo downed the liquor in one gulp. As it traveled down his throat, he felt a sharp burn. The alcohol tasted different tonight—it had a strange sweetness, along with a metallic aftertaste.

Within seconds, the room began to spin. His vision went dark. The heavy glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

Vincenzo gasped, trying to clutch his throat. But his hands felt completely lifeless.

Bin made no move to help him. The smirk vanished from his face, replaced by a cold, detached expression. He slowly stood up and picked up Vincenzo's gun from the desk.

Bincenzo's words echoed in Vincenzo's ears just before he plummeted completely into darkness.

The first thing Vincenzo noticed wasn't the silence, but the suffocating smell of lilies and damp earth.

He blinked, expecting the dim lighting of his office, but met the harsh glare of an overcast sky.

He abruptly sat up, feeling as though the space he was lying in was suffocating him.

However, what greeted him was a blood-curdling, collective shriek. Vincenzo looked around in astonishment.

He wasn't in his own home. He was in a sprawling church cemetery, surrounded by towering marble tombstones. He had just sat up out of a polished coffin.

Vincenzo muttered. His voice had completely changed—stripped of its usual gravelly authority, it had become something much softer.

A few feet away, a crowd of people dressed in pristine black mourning attire had fallen onto the grass. Some were crossing themselves; others stood frozen in sheer terror.

Dropping his holy water sprinkler, the priest stared with eyes wide as saucers.

Vincenzo snapped, stepping out of the coffin. He looked down at his hands. The faded scars and rough calluses he had earned over a decade in the underworld were gone, replaced by hands that were pale, smooth, and completely unblemished.

An elegant woman wearing a black veil threw herself forward, weeping hysterically, though she maintained a cautious five-foot distance out of fear and awe.

Vincenzo said, raising his hands to keep her back. After looking at the weeping woman and the terrified crowd, his gaze finally drifted to a large, silver-framed portrait resting on a stand near the grave.

The face in the portrait was young and incredibly handsome. It was the face of the villain from the trashy novel he had been reading.

Vincenzo thought, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck.

Vincenzo V Moretti

Vincenzo – 'The Shadow Master'

Vincenzo is the actual brain behind this mafia empire. He operates like a 'Puppet Master'; the world only sees the puppets he manipulates, while the strings connecting them to him remain completely invisible. Style of Operation: Neither enemies nor allies can ever directly sense his presence. He always pulls the strings from the shadows. Personality: Extremely intelligent, mysterious, and visionary. He never lets emotions get the better of him and makes decisions based solely on cold, precise calculations. Power: It is Vincenzo’s thoughts, formulated inside a closed room, that dictate where the empire goes, who lives, and who dies.

Bincenzo Moretti

Bincenzo – 'The Executioner'

Bincenzo is the one who lives as the 'Mafia Boss' in front of the world in place of Vincenzo. He is not just Vincenzo’s right-hand man, but the actual physical manifestation of Vincenzo’s shadow. Style of Operation: He is the one who steps directly into dangerous battlegrounds. Bincenzo is always found right in the middle of guns and bloodshed. Personality: Brave, loyal, and someone who executes orders to the letter. With his raw power, he showcases Vincenzo’s intellect to the world. Role: Since Bincenzo shares the exact same face as his twin brother, when he stands at the forefront, others in the mafia group believe they are looking at their actual leader. This grants Vincenzo absolute safety.

Two Sides of the Same Coin: Because they share the same face, the two of them successfully deceive the entire world. They can apply intellect in one place and raw power in another simultaneously.

An Unbreakable Fortress: Even if enemies target Bincenzo, Vincenzo—the real brain—remains safe. He will sit in the background and plan the next move. Absolute Trust: In the mafia world, no one can be trusted. But here, sharing the same blood, Vincenzo can trust Bincenzo and Bincenzo can trust Vincenzo blindly.

In short, if Vincenzo is the 'Brain', Bincenzo is the 'Weapon' of that brain.

But in the end, Bincenzo killed Vincenzo out of greed.