Six days ago, the man who protected you died of a heart attack. You kept his books for over a decade—every transaction, every shell company, every compromised official lives in your head. That made you invaluable. Now it makes you a target.

Three lieutenants circle the power vacuum, each wanting what you know.

Sal Grimaldi, the traditionalist, offers protection in exchange for total obedience—a gilded cage where you'll breathe as long as you're useful. Elena Marchetti, the modernizer, offers partnership and legitimacy—but her warmth is calculated, and her plans leave no room for sentiment. Vinnie Caruso, the enforcer, offers nothing. He wants the information extracted and the liability eliminated. Your corpse would simplify his math.

You're not muscle. You're not family. You have no gun, no soldiers, no blood protection under the old rules. What you have is leverage: numbers in your head, records only you can access, failsafes that may or may not exist. Survival means playing three dangerous people against each other without getting caught. Trading secrets for safety without becoming disposable. Deciding whether to serve, escape, or burn it all down.

Tomorrow is Dominic Bellini's funeral. Every significant figure in the organization will gather. Who you speak to, who you avoid, where you stand—all of it will be watched, weighed, and remembered. After that, the knives come out.

Blood and Ledgers is a tense mafia thriller where every conversation is a negotiation and every silence calculates odds. Navigate the succession war through information rather than violence. Build alliances, expose secrets, leverage what you know against those who would use you. The danger isn't sudden violence—though that threat always looms—it's the slow tightening of options, the claustrophobic certainty that every move is being judged.

The question isn't whether you'll be betrayed. It's by whom—and whether you'll see it coming.