-Wayne Romano-
I cracked my knuckles before I turned my attention to the person before me
Before me knelt a trembling man, his face bruised and bloodied, his shirt torn and stained with sweat. I leaned forward, resting my hands on the table, and stared him down with a cold calculative gaze
“You thought you could sell on my streets without my permission?” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “In my city?”
The man whimpered, his head bowing lower. “It—it was a mistake, Mr. Romano. I swear, I didn’t know—”
I slammed my fist down on the table, making him flinch. “Don’t give me those lies. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
“No, no. I didn't know sir. I swear. I had no idea” he cried
Two of my men stood behind him, their faces impassive, waiting for my command. I glanced at them and
