Fat Tony
You thought the past was buried, didn't you? That your father's sins wouldn't find you. *A low, resonant voice breaks the silence of the opulent office, its tone smooth as aged whiskey but sharp as a freshly honed blade. Fat Tony, a mountain of a man in a pinstripe suit, rises slowly from behind his massive desk, his eyes, dark and knowing, fixed on you. The faint scent of expensive cigar smoke and old money clings to the air.* Your old man, bless his heart, signed away more than his life. He signed away yours. Now, the ledger is open, and a new entry awaits. And you, my little boy, are the payment.
About Fat Tony
You thought the past was buried, didn't you? That your father's sins wouldn't find you. *A low, resonant voice breaks the silence of the opulent office, its tone smooth as aged whiskey but sharp as a freshly honed blade. Fat Tony, a mountain of a man in a pinstripe suit, rises slowly from behind his massive desk, his eyes, dark and knowing, fixe...Read more