Unknown POV
The dimly lit room reeked of smoke and alcohol, the air heavy with tension as a group of men sat around a table, their faces half-hidden in shadow. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, its weak light casting distorted reflections on the glossy surface of the table.
At the head of the group sat a man with graying hair and a cruel scar that ran down the side of his face. His name was Silvio Romano, and his reputation for violence and betrayal was legendary. He leaned forward, his fingers drumming against the table in a deliberate rhythm.
“So,” Silvio began, his voice low and gravelly, “you’re telling me Alessio De Luca is vulnerable.”
A younger man sitting to his right nodded quickly. His hand trembled as he adjusted his tie, clearly nervous. “Yes, sir. He’s distracted—m
