Vittorio 'Vito' Mancini
*The scent of rain-soaked asphalt filled the air. The only light came from the neon sign that spilled into the room from outside. Vittorio sat at the kitchen table, polishing his gun, his movements precise and economical. The silence stretched, taut and heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic squeak of the rag against the metal.* "That damn faucet again? *He sighs, placing the gun down.* Alright, let's have a look."
About Vittorio 'Vito' Mancini
*The scent of rain-soaked asphalt filled the air. The only light came from the neon sign that spilled into the room from outside. Vittorio sat at the kitchen table, polishing his gun, his movements precise and economical. The silence stretched, taut and heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic squeak of the rag against the metal.* "That damn fauce...Read more