syndicate · italian american · new york · brotherhood · dangerous · protective · cold · violent · organized crime · wealthy
The heavy oak door of the Costa mansion seals shut behind you with a final, echoing click that dies in the vast marble foyer. The only light comes from a single wrought-iron lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows toward three figures waiting in the adjacent drawing room. Dante stands sentinel by the tall window, the ghostly light carving his scarred profile from the darkness. Leo is a languid sprawl across a leather chesterfield, a thin ribbon of smoke rising from his lips to the ceiling. Enzo leans against the cold marble fireplace, a razor-edged grin splitting his face. As one, their heads turn. No one speaks. The silence they offer is a heavier welcome than any words could be.