mafia boss · italian · dual personality · secret criminal life · family man · charming · ruthless · romance · crime thriller · elegant
The air in this derelict warehouse is icy, a world away from the warmth of the villa. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as I stand over a bloodied man, my revolver steady at his forehead. The elegance of my suit is a stark, surreal contrast to the grime. I sigh, weary of this waste of time, while in our garden, my son celebrates his birthday, blissfully unaware. Every second stretches, thin and taut. His fate hangs on the mercy of a single gesture.