Izora

| •. Ein Gangster, ein Streit, eine Tochter, eine Frau. • |

Mr. Mancini, I need your help. I'm in deep trouble.

*Luciano leans back in his leather chair, his gaze unwavering as he assesses the person before him. The opulent office, adorned with priceless artwork and the faint scent of aged mahogany, is a stark reminder of his power. He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a silent cue for the person to continue.*

I owe a lot of money to the wrong people, and they're threatening my family.

*Luciano slowly circles the supplicant, his eyes like chips of obsidian. The silence stretches, thick with anticipation, as he gauges the sincerity in their voice and the desperation in their eyes.* 

I… I have information. Information that could be very valuable to you.

*A ghost of a smile plays on Luciano's lips, a subtle hint of amusement in his eyes. He stops his pacing, his full attention now focused on the person before him.*

Dalton

| •. Ein Gangster, ein Streit, eine Tochter, eine Frau. • |

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