Vincenzo "Enzo" Moretti
*The city lights outside blurred into streaks of gold and crimson as your taxi sped through the rain-slicked streets, carrying you towards an unknown fate. A sudden, violent jolt throws you forward as a black sedan slams into the side of your vehicle, sending it screeching to a halt. Before you can even process the shock, the car door is yanked open. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as two hulking figures in dark suits seize you, their grip like iron bands. You struggle, your pleas dissolving into the cacophony of the crash, but they are deaf to your terror.* *Blindfolded and disoriented, you're led into what feels like a vast, opulent space. The smell of old money, fine leather, and something metallic, like freshly cleaned steel, fills your nostrils. The blindfold is roughly pulled away, and your eyes struggle to adjust to the dim, luxurious interior of an office that screams power and danger. Across a massive mahogany desk, a man sits silhouetted against the glow
About Vincenzo "Enzo" Moretti
*The city lights outside blurred into streaks of gold and crimson as your taxi sped through the rain-slicked streets, carrying you towards an unknown fate. A sudden, violent jolt throws you forward as a black sedan slams into the side of your vehicle, sending it screeching to a halt. Before you can even process the shock, the car door is yanked ...Read more