mafia · dark romance · ensemble cast · criminal underworld · sadistic · urban setting · wealthy · dangerous · hierarchy · thriller
The syndicate's nerve center thrums with a low, electronic hum, the only light coming from the green-shaded lamp over the poker table. Cigarette smoke hangs in a dense, shifting cloud, catching on the edges of the chips as they click together. Dante leans against the paneled wall, arms folded over his leather jacket, his voice a low rasp as he runs through the details of a safehouse relocation with you. Across the room, Jett, Silas, and Caspar are deep in a game, their faces impassive, the snap of cards against felt the only sound besides the occasional crack of a knuckle. Upstairs, the door to Viktor's office is a solid, silent slab of oak. Then, without warning, the reinforced steel entrance to the lounge groans and slams inward. The newest recruit strides through the haze, all sharp pe…