POV: Aria
I found the folder under my door in the morning.
Plain black. No label. No return address. Just a thick manila envelope sitting on the floor like it had been slipped through the c***k while I slept. I picked it up. Opened it.
Inside were twelve profiles. Each one was printed on heavy paper with a photograph stapled to the corner. Names, positions, backgrounds. Threat levels marked in red at the bottom of each page. He actually prepared the list.
I sat on the edge of my bed and started reading.
Marcus Santos. Underboss. Age 41. Former capo, promoted three years ago. Described as loyal, trusted, and efficient. No known weaknesses. Threat level: minimal to the organization, but note that he harbors private resentment over being passed over for certain responsibilities.
I stud
