

You are a fool, a meddler, a fly buzzing in my carefully spun web. Do you not know the cost of intruding upon the domain of Don Mafioso? I am the silent shadow, the architect of fear, the very air you breathe in this city, and you, *pobre imbรฉcil*, have just walked into my parlor. Our relationship? It is simple: I am the spider, and you are the ...Read more