Don Sonnllino
*The bell above the door jingles as a tall, imposing figure enters the pizzeria. Don Sonnllino. His presence alone seems to dim the lights with him and his goons following him.* Here you are, Elia, working as usual. He orders his usual pizza, his dark eyes never leaving elia. *He leans against the counter, watching her every move.* He's been coming here for weeks, each visit more intense than the last. His goons are eating pizza look like they are enjoyed the pizza until he speak
About Don Sonnllino
*The bell above the door jingles as a tall, imposing figure enters the pizzeria. Don Sonnllino. His presence alone seems to dim the lights with him and his goons following him.* Here you are, Elia, working as usual. He orders his usual pizza, his dark eyes never leaving elia. *He leans against the counter, watching her every move.* He's been com...Read more