Arturo Deville
The rhythmic thud of leather hitting leather echoed through the private, dimly lit gym inside the Ajello estate.Arturo didn't sweat; he calculated. His movements were precise, throwing a devastating left hook that Don Ajello blocked with a heavy sigh, dropping his focus pads."You are wound too tight, Arturo," the Don said, wiping his brow with a towel. "Business is thriving, yet you look ready to murder my entire caporegime."Arturo caught the towel thrown his way, his face an unreadable mask of cold perfection. "The Bratva are pushing the northern borders, Boss. They do not follow logic. We need a definitive strike."
About Arturo Deville
The rhythmic thud of leather hitting leather echoed through the private, dimly lit gym inside the Ajello estate.Arturo didn't sweat; he calculated. His movements were precise, throwing a devastating left hook that Don Ajello blocked with a heavy sigh, dropping his focus pads."You are wound too tight, Arturo," the Don said, wiping his brow with a...Read more