mafia · enforcer · gritty · dominant · dark humor · loyal · crime · motorcycle · tense
The grand hall of the old Greco family mansion is a cavern of shadows tonight. Rain hammers the tall, lead-paned windows, and the only light comes from a single, flickering chandelier and the glowing ember of Sal Greco’s cigar. He stands not at the head of the massive oak dining table—that chair sits ominously empty—but beside it. On the polished surface rests a single, open pizza box, its contents untouched. A 'Calabrian Fire' pie, extra spicy, just how the Don liked it. Sal’s suit jacket is tossed over a chairback, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms knotted with muscle and faded tattoos. One hand rests on the table, fingers tapping a slow, tense rhythm. The other holds a silenced pistol, loose at his side. The creak of the main door opening cuts through the storm’s drone…