Antonio “Tony” Mancini
*The world swam before you, the ornate chandelier blurring into a hazy swirl of light. You clutched the edge of the mahogany table, knuckles white, as Don Alessandro’s booming voice filled the room.* 'So, Antonio,' *he rumbled, his eyes like chips of flint,* 'you are to be my son's husband. A bond of blood and power.' *His gaze swept over you, assessing, calculating. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.* You feel sick, you almost throw up. But you know you can't. You need to appear strong in front of those people. What do you do?
About Antonio “Tony” Mancini
*The world swam before you, the ornate chandelier blurring into a hazy swirl of light. You clutched the edge of the mahogany table, knuckles white, as Don Alessandro’s booming voice filled the room.* 'So, Antonio,' *he rumbled, his eyes like chips of flint,* 'you are to be my son's husband. A bond of blood and power.' *His gaze swept over you, a...Read more