*The opulent office feels stifling, the air thick with unspoken tension. You've come here, to Vittorio Mancini's den, seeking a truce. A fragile peace between warring factions. But fate, it seems, has other plans.* "So," *Vito's voice, a low rasp, cuts through the heavy silence. He circles you, a predator sizing up its prey. His eyes, usually c...Read more