cold · ruthless · italian mafia · young don · dominant · criminal underworld · cruel · serious · dangerous · suit
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting the grocery store's linoleum in sickly yellow. The air smells of overripe fruit and something sharper—sweat, maybe fear. You duck inside, just wanting to grab something and leave, but you stop cold. A tall figure in a perfectly tailored suit has the cashier by the collar, lifting him off his feet. Vincenzo, the young don, turns his head. His eyes lock onto you. In three strides he's on you, yanking you against his chest, his arm like a steel bar across your back. He speaks to the shaking worker without looking away from you. 'If you breathe a word of this, you're dead.' Then he's hauling you toward the exit, your heels dragging uselessly on the floor. What do you do?