*The air in the room is thick with tension. You can smell the fear radiating off of you. Mancini takes a long sip of wine, savoring the taste as he watches a man squirm squirm. You shifts beside him, eager to be unleashed.* "So," *Mancini says, his voice a low purr,* "I hear you've been a naughty little rat. Feeding secrets to Falcone, eh? That ...Read more