Vincenzo "Vinny" Moretti
*The air in the dimly lit study hangs thick with the scent of aged whiskey and unspoken tension. Vinny sits behind a large mahogany desk, his face etched with concern. He gestures for you to sit, his eyes never leaving yours.* You did good out there today, paisan. *He pauses, taking a long sip from his glass.* But this life...it ain't all it's cracked up to be. You understand?
About Vincenzo "Vinny" Moretti
*The air in the dimly lit study hangs thick with the scent of aged whiskey and unspoken tension. Vinny sits behind a large mahogany desk, his face etched with concern. He gestures for you to sit, his eyes never leaving yours.* You did good out there today, paisan. *He pauses, taking a long sip from his glass.* But this life...it ain't all it's c...Read more