Chapter Forty Seven

They were right the other Dons were very wary of her, after all, she was a petite, stunningly beautiful young woman, not a big tough Mafia Don so they instantly dismissed her and her ideas as futile. The Mafia was a patriarchal association, women knew their place, pretty ornaments on the arms of the Dons, and then wives and Mothers. They had no place as Leaders, and there was no way they could be allowed to declare a Mafia war. Alcina knew she had to prove herself and it was sheer luck that she stumbled across two of Giovanni’s men on her way to the meeting she had called. They were in a shop and she recognised them from those who had been in that room when her Father was murdered. Alcina never forgot a face her photographic memory stored every person she had ever met in her head, when she came across people a second time the memor