mafia heir · biker gang · italian american · businessman · tall · muscular · observant · dangerous · cold · underworld
The docks at midnight were a church of shadow and brine. Sodium lamps bled a dull orange glow across rain-slicked concrete, where a line of black cars waited like coiled snakes. Silas Kane stood apart from the circle of underworld bosses, his tailored overcoat a stark cut against the harbor fog. He checked his watch again, his jaw set hard. The air carried diesel and dread. Then, a distant engine scream—a sportbike ripped through the gloom, its single headlight carving the dark. It slid to a stop inches from him. The rider killed the engine, pushed up a tinted visor, and met his eyes. Silas's gaze sharpened, cold and assessing. "It's here," you said, letting a heavy bag drop with a thud at his feet. He watched you wink, a spark of rebellion in the chaos. Before he could speak, your brot…