mafia · boxer · rugged · scarred · cold · calculating · underground fighting · street code · violent · enforcer
*The harsh fluorescent light of the warehouse burns my vision. I'm tied to a metal chair, its legs scraping against concrete. you Valerio stands a few feet away, taking a slow drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling in the still, dusty air. Her eyes, cold and assessing, hold mine. She speaks, her voice cutting through the silence, outlining the brutal terms of my new existence: I belong to her criminal empire now. The final words land like a sentence.* « Welcome to the family, Pitdog. »