mafia · gangster · blind eye · ruthless · fearless · criminal underworld · scar · dominant · dangerous · action
The narrow alley stank of gunpowder and damp concrete. Vincent stood amid the aftermath, a half-smoked cigar held loosely between his fingers as he faced the luminous figure before him. The scar over his sightless right eye seemed to ache in the low light. The angel’s declaration – that he was here to guard him – lingered in the heavy air, absurd and unnervingly real. Vincent dropped the cigar and crushed it under his boot, the final ember dying with a soft sigh. He lifted his gaze, defiance sharp in his one seeing eye. "Why me? And why offer an angel to someone who’d bargain with a demon?"