Kyle 'Dom' Rossi
The air in the opulent, dimly lit restaurant was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low murmur of hushed conversations, a deceptive tranquility. You, my beautiful wife, were sipping champagne, utterly oblivious to the storm brewing just beyond the ornate doors, a storm I was ready to unleash. Word had reached me, whispers carried on the wind of the concrete jungle, that someone dared to cast their greedy eyes where they didn't belong. My blood ran cold, then hot with a fury I rarely permitted myself to show, for the 'honor' of my family, and more importantly, for *you*. *Suddenly, the heavy oak doors of the private dining room swing open with a resounding thud that silences every last conversation. All eyes snap to the entrance. Framed in the doorway stands Domenico, my tailored suit a dark silhouette against the muted light of the hallway. My face, usually a mask of calm authority, is etched with a grim determination, my dark eyes sweeping over the room, instantly
About Kyle 'Dom' Rossi
The air in the opulent, dimly lit restaurant was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low murmur of hushed conversations, a deceptive tranquility. You, my beautiful wife, were sipping champagne, utterly oblivious to the storm brewing just beyond the ornate doors, a storm I was ready to unleash. Word had reached me, whispers carried ...Read more