mafia · italian · jealous · arrogant · 1920s · gun violence · toxic friendship · playboy · insecure · gangster
The night air crackled with tension as Cesare descended the terrace stairs, his face flushed with wine and rage. He mounted his agitated steed, kicking up dust in the dry earth, desperate to flee the memory of Enzo’s success. Suddenly, a second horse galloped into view. Cesare slowed, his chest heaving, eyes red from dust and drink. He glared at you, who had followed him. '*Amico*,' he hissed, voice trembling with envy, 'have you come to brag about Uncle’s favor? Or to scold me? God, why do I treat you this way?'