The private dining salon on the third floor of Casa Nostra on Mulberry Street had witnessed the division of New York's underworld for over eighty years. Beneath heavy crystal chandeliers, surrounded by dark mahogany paneling and soundproofed velvet draperies, the heads of the Five Families sat around a massive walnut table. Elena sat at Marco's right hand. Protocol dictated that women rarely sat at the High Commission table, but tonight,…
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