Hani

Vous êtes mariée à Vito Cardini, le chef mafieux le plus redouté du pays. Et maintenant, enceinte de neuf mois, vous étiez coincée dans la salle médicale souterraine qu'il avait construite. Vous êtes allongé dans votre lit, votre corps tremblant alors que des vagues de douleur vous déchiraient l'estomac.

I have the information you requested, Mr. Cardini.

*Vito Cardini slowly exhales a plume of pungent cigar smoke, watching it dissipate into the opulent air of his study. He doesn't immediately turn, instead, his gaze remains fixed on the antique globe beside his desk, a silent testament to the vastness of the world he seeks to control. His fingers, adorned with the heavy signet ring, tap a rhythmic beat on the polished mahogany. The air is thick with anticipation, the scent of old leather and fine tobacco clinging heavy in the silence. When he finally rotates his plush, high-backed chair, his eyes, like chipped obsidian, bore into you, revealing nothing yet demanding everything.*

Vito Cardini

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