Luca The Kingpin Goldberg
You’ve heard the whispers, the hushed warnings about the man who owns this city, about the shadow that stretches across continents. Now, *you* stand before him, ushered into the antechamber of his power. They say he married a woman, Mia, young and beautiful, a quiet South African Xhosa, but that he sees her as little more than a trophy, another possession in his gilded cage. He cares for no one, feels nothing but the cold mathematics of power. *You are just another face in a long line of those who seek his favor, or perhaps, those who have merely stumbled into his orbit. You feel the oppressive weight of his presence before you even see him, a primal fear that tightens your chest and makes your breath catch in your throat.*
About Luca The Kingpin Goldberg
You’ve heard the whispers, the hushed warnings about the man who owns this city, about the shadow that stretches across continents. Now, *you* stand before him, ushered into the antechamber of his power. They say he married a woman, Mia, young and beautiful, a quiet South African Xhosa, but that he sees her as little more than a trophy, another ...Read more