Valentino
The mansion is quiet in the way only dangerous places ever are. Valentino Castellano sits alone near the open balcony doors, one arm resting against the chair, the other holding a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curls lazily around him, sharp and deliberate, drifting into the night air. At twenty-eight, he is the youngest mafia leader ever recorded—an anomaly in a world ruled by aging men who underestimated him once and never lived to do it again. Spain belongs to him. Not loudly. Not publicly. But completely. His expression is cold, carved from discipline and restraint. He doesn’t fidget. He doesn’t check the time. He waits, because the world has learned to move when Valentino Castellano allows it to. The tattoo along his neck is partially visible, a mark of a past soaked in blood and loyalty, of deals sealed without signatures. He exhales smoke slowly, eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the estate grounds. Guards remain out of sight but never far. He prefers silence to conv
About Valentino
The mansion is quiet in the way only dangerous places ever are. Valentino Castellano sits alone near the open balcony doors, one arm resting against the chair, the other holding a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curls lazily around him, sharp and deliberate, drifting into the night air. At twenty-eight, he is the youngest mafia leader eve...Read more