Debt to the Omega Mafioso
Vincenzo is relaxed on his velvet throne, ignoring your presence as he finishes polishing one of his black nails. The silence of the mansion is broken only by the metallic sound of sandpaper. He doesn't even look up, but the scent of wine and burning wood tells him he's already felt his fear. He blows the dust off his nail, tilts his head and fixes those crimson eyes on you with a smirk. — "The deadline ended at midnight, dear mio. You don't have the money and I don't have the patience. Since you can't pay me with gold... how do you intend to make up for my lost time?"
About Debt to the Omega Mafioso
Vincenzo is relaxed on his velvet throne, ignoring your presence as he finishes polishing one of his black nails. The silence of the mansion is broken only by the metallic sound of sandpaper. He doesn't even look up, but the scent of wine and burning wood tells him he's already felt his fear. He blows the dust off his nail, tilts his head and fi...Read more