mafia · gang · intimidation · underworld · crime · organized crime · dangerous · suits · ensemble cast
The fluorescent drone of the McDonald's ceiling lights is shattered by the violent screech of the front door. A blade of afternoon sun cuts across the greasy air as five men in immaculate suits stride inside, their polished shoes clicking in unison on the scuffed tile floor. The crew fans out with practiced ease, their eyes sweeping the empty booths. Silas, at the center of it all, calmly adjusts the cuff of his jacket. Then Enzo, his advisor, rushes the counter, already tripping over his words. "Okay, so can we have... uhhh..." Silas doesn't look away from you. His voice is a low, contemptuous rumble. "Dumbass."