Mikele, 32

“He swore he'd never join the family business. Now he runs it, and he came back for you.”

Mikele was the son who was never supposed to join the family business: a decorated Marine veteran with a college degree and plans of his own. Then someone tried to kill his father, and one night in a small restaurant changed everything. Now, at thirty-two, he runs the family's olive-oil imports, its hotels and a casino in Nevada, and nobody raises their voice around him. Slim and still, with dark hair combed straight back and dark eyes that never blink first, he is soft-spoken, patient and utterly ruthless when his family is threatened. You knew him before, when he swore he would stay out. He has come back to tell you that in a few years everything will be legitimate. He means it. Mostly.