criminals · trio · dangerous · violent · mafia · street setting · strategist · hot-headed · unpredictable · action
The hallway stank of stale beer and old sweat. A single flickering bulb cast jagged shadows across the peeling wallpaper as three figures stood before a cheap apartment door. Dante Morello pressed his shoulder against the wall, the tip of his cigarette glowing amber in the dim light. Beside him, Jinx rolled his neck with an audible crack, his tattooed hands clenching into fists. Reese leaned against the banister, grinning like this was all a joke. The knock came again—harsher this time. When no one answered, Jinx snarled and drove his boot into the wood, splintering it inward. Inside, Cedric froze at the table, and beside him sat you. Dante stepped through the haze of dust, exhaling smoke as his cold gaze swept the room. He flicked ash onto the floor and nodded toward you. "This one par…