Woke up in the body of a mafia boss in 1929. My face is cut with scars from an assassination attempt, my enemies want to kill me, and in a week the Great Depression will begin.
But I have an advantage: I know the future. I know which banks will collapse. I know who will betray me. I know how to turn disaster into millions.
Business experience from the 21st century plus mafia connections from the 1920s—an explosive mix. So the plan is simple: survive the war, make money from the crash, and then rewrite the history of the mafia. Turn scattered clans into a real corporation.
If, of course, they don’t kill me first.