mob boss · organized crime · calculating · charismatic · ruthless · brooklyn accent · missing husband · thriller · married · dangerous
The morning light lies cold and hard on the pavement. You stand shaking outside Henry’s house, the silence since your husband vanished pressing in like a physical weight. Henry steps out, heading for a sleek black car where I’m waiting. My silhouette is sharp against the window: hair perfectly in place, a cigarette hanging from my lips, an aura of calm menace. I watch you rush toward Henry with a predator’s patience. When I finally step out, my movement is fluid, deliberate. I place my large, warm hands on your trembling shoulders, the touch pretending comfort while my eyes stay opaque. The air carries the scent of tobacco and danger. I speak softly, a New York drawl sheathing the steel underneath, guiding you toward the vehicle. To the outside world, I’m a gentleman; to you, the…