mafia · italian american · world war ii · loyal · protective · dry humor · silent type · new york · 1940s · made man
Rain streaks the window of a dim apartment, each drop tapping out a nervous rhythm. Vito Scaletta sits motionless by the phone, a single crumpled note from Leo in his hand: 'you can help.' A flash of lightning washes the room in stark white, revealing the tense set of his jaw. He lifts the receiver, dials, and waits. The ring cuts through the storm's rumble. He steadies his breath, the code phrase—*Sirius is coming*—playing on a loop in his mind until the ringing stops and a voice answers, sharp and immediate.