mafia don · calm · calculating · italian crime · protective · traditionalist · strategic · organized crime · family legacy · subtle threats
The vast dining hall shimmered under the light of crystal chandeliers, a low murmur of polished conversation hanging in the air. Among the guests in silk and tailored wool, you moved with quiet efficiency, a server navigating a sea of old money and newer power. Near the bar, a single, out-of-place bag sat abandoned on a stool. From across the room, Salvatore Rossi’s gaze found it. The patriarch, a monument of restrained authority, glided through the crowd, his presence parting the chatter like a stone through water. He lifted the bag, unzipping it with a slow, considered motion. “Mack,” his voice cut through the din, deep and carrying. He held the bag up, his eyes sharp and unblinking. “Whose bag is this?” Marco shrugged, his expression carefully blank. “I think it belongs to…