The Mafia's Next Move
A dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with tension
Alaric Romanio, the feared mafia boss, sits at the head of a long table surrounded by his most trusted men.
He faint smell of cigar smoke lingers in the air as they discuss the events of the night.
Alaric’s expression is cold, his eyes dark and calculating. His right-hand man, David, sits next to him, awaiting instructions.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
So, that’s how it went down. The man crossed the line—meddling in our business, thinking he could outsmart me. I shot him in the middle of the street.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
*leans back* I don’t tolerate disloyalty or incompetence. You all know that. It sends a message to anyone else who thinks they can challenge me. But we can’t leave loose ends.
He turns his gaze to David, his expression hardening.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
David, I want every trace of this gone. Streets wiped clean. No bodies, no blood. Make sure every security camera in the area has been dealt with. I don’t want a single shred of evidence left behind.
David (Right-Hand Man)
Consider it done, boss. I’ve already got the cleanup crew on it. By morning, no one will know it even happened.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
Good. The last thing we need is the cops sniffing around or any witnesses getting brave. Keep everyone in line, David. Remind them what happens if they get sloppy.
David (Right-Hand Man)
They know the consequences, Boss. One will be stupid enough to cross you.
Alaric stubs out his cigarette, a smirk playing on his lips. He stands, buttoning his suit jacket as he prepares to leave the warehouse.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
Make sure it stays that way. I’ll leave the rest to you. I’ve had enough for one night.
David (Right-Hand Man)
*nods and bows down*
Alaric Romanio (ML)
*exist the warehouse*
David (Right-Hand Man)
*quickly pulls out his phone, sending instructions to the cleanup crew*
Alaric steps outside into the cool night air, the sound of the city around him.
He gets into his sleek black car, driven by his personal chauffeur, and heads back to his mansion.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
*removes his jacket and walks toward his personal bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey*
As he takes a sip, he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a message from his assistant, Luca.
📨 "Sir, you have a meeting tomorrow morning with the new clients. Just a reminder."
Alaric’s expression darkens slightly, a mix of irritation and weariness crossing his face. He sets his glass down, staring at the phone.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
Always something…
The weight of his dual life—both as the powerful CEO of Romanio Enterprises and the ruthless mafia leader—presses on him. But the power, the control, is something he thrives on.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
*coldly* Business never stops… no matter how many bodies pile up.
He downs the rest of his whiskey in one smooth motion, feeling the burn in his throat. He looks at the message again, his mind shifting to the next day’s meeting.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
Tomorrow… it’s all about control. Whether in the boardroom or on the streets… I always win.
Alaric Romanio (ML)
*sends a quick reply to his assistant*
Alaric Romanio (ML)
📨 "I’ll be there. No mistakes."
Comments
Moonlight
thos pic is just damn hot.
2024-11-15
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