OMERTA - VOW OF SILENCE
New York was theirs, it had been for decades. The Bianchi waged war on their enemies 40 years ago and came out stronger. Content and secure, their daily operations barely needed Gregory Bianchi, the head of the family, to look into things. A well oiled machine, his family was his legacy and his joy and pride. But power made him blind, convinced that everyone knew not to cross the family. They controlled the police, the mayor, the unions and the dockers. No one saw it coming, sharks circling, old enemies waiting in the shadows.
Gregory Bianchi was killed, found in his bed. There was a mole within, someone who had close access to the man. No one knew who the enemy was.
Once thing was certain; There would be blood.