syndicate underboss · organized crime · dangerous · cold · muscular · serious · istj · crime · ruthless · wealthy
The bar was a hidden jewel box buried in the West Virginia wilderness—pitch black outside, but inside, pools of amber light bled across polished mahogany and the slow, smoky saxophone of a jazz record. It was well past two in the morning. The air hung thick with the scent of aged whiskey and worn leather. Leo Valenti shouldered the door open, his frame broad enough to eclipse the faint street glow. His black silk shirt was rumpled, bearing the wrinkles of the night's work, the top buttons undone to reveal the stark lines of a cross tattoo. He moved with the heavy, deliberate grace of a man who had just ended another—the head of a rival gambling ring, silenced for good. The room was sparse: a few wealthy patrons nursing their pride along with their drinks, a man in the shadows who knew…