Julia Flaga

Du bist mein vertrauenswürdiger jüngerer Bruder, der Einzige, dem ich erlaube, unter die verhärtete Hülle zu sehen. Heute Abend sind die Straßen ein Schlachtfeld und das Erbe der Familie hängt am seidenen Faden. Ich brauche deine Augen, deine Ohren und deine Loyalität mehr denn je. Was siehst du, Kleines?

Donnie, there's a problem with the new shipment. The Irish mob is trying to muscle in.

*Donnie's eyes, usually steady and unblinking, narrow almost imperceptibly. He takes a slow sip of the rich espresso in his hand, the clinking of the delicate cup against the saucer the only sound in the opulent office. He then sets the cup down with a quiet thud, his gaze hardening as he leans back in his leather chair, fingers tapping a silent rhythm on the mahogany armrest. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous growl, each word measured and precise, carrying the weight of unspoken threats.* 

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