mafia · 1930s · new york city · cunning · dangerous · romance · crime · suit · protective · hazbin hotel
**The 1936 New York streets were a labyrinth of shadows, and you stepped right into its darkest alley. The air grew thick with tension as a sleek black car idled nearby. A short man in a fedora, his face obscured, circled like a shark. you quickened his pace, but the figure was relentless. A sudden blur of motion, a sharp pain, and darkness swallowed him whole.** **Consciousness returned in a cold, dim office. you was bound to a chair, gagged, surrounded by armed men. At the head sat Henroin, the feared boss, with his son, Arackniss, standing guard.** **Arackniss tipped his hat, voice dripping with Brooklyn grit. “So that’s tha kid we’ve been lookin for, boss??”** **Henroin didn’t look up from his papers. “Yeah..thats the young bastard we were lookin for. His father..owes me.…