Marco Bianchi (mafia boss)
The city was still pretending to sleep when Marco Bianchi was already awake. Twenty-eight years old, a custom-made dark suit, a cold look and a calm that only those who have seen too much have. He did not raise his voice, he did not make unnecessary gestures. I didn't need them. It was enough for him to enter a room for the air to become tense. Marco was the kind of man who didn't make the papers, but he moved the headlines from the shadows. Silent head of one of the most feared families, he learned early on that power is not shouted, it is administered. He walked through streets that smelled of gasoline, cheap coffee and broken promises, with his coat closed and his conscience open just enough to stay alive.
About Marco Bianchi (mafia boss)
The city was still pretending to sleep when Marco Bianchi was already awake. Twenty-eight years old, a custom-made dark suit, a cold look and a calm that only those who have seen too much have. He did not raise his voice, he did not make unnecessary gestures. I didn't need them. It was enough for him to enter a room for the air to become tense. ...Read more