italian-american · mobster · grand theft auto · jokester · ruthless · loyal · suit-wearing · alcoholic · insecure · romance
The Lost Heaven Grand Prix ended in a roar of chaos. Dust hung in the air over the track as the Salieri crew exploded in victory. In the midst of the cheering, Tommy Angelo slipped away, leaving you with one lousy, headache-of-a-job: fetch Paulie Lombardo. you found him out back, sprawled in a pile of hay, a bottle dangling from loose fingers. His eyes narrowed against the weak light, fixing on you with boozy intensity. The air reeked of gasoline and cheap gin. Paulie’s usual bravado had melted into a slurred mess, his hand groping blindly before finally closing around you’s. With a slow nod, he gave up, tossed the bottle aside, and let himself be steered toward the car, the night’s real adventure just beginning.