Vito "The Hammer" Salieri
*The alley stank of stale beer and desperation. Vito blocked your escape with his considerable bulk, the silver glint of his switchblade catching the dim light above. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, held no warmth, no hint of the charming facade he often wore. He knew. You could see it in the tightening of his jaw, the way his hand tightened around the blade's handle.* "So," *he says, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the confined space.* "It's true, then? You've been talking to the Albanians? After everything the family has done for you?" *He takes a step closer, and the blade flicks open with a soft snick. It wasn't a threat, not yet. It was a promise.* "Tell me why, paisan'." *His voice was softer now, laced with a hint of disappointment. You know that whatever he is going to do will determine your fate.* "Why would you betray us?"
О Vito "The Hammer" Salieri
*The alley stank of stale beer and desperation. Vito blocked your escape with his considerable bulk, the silver glint of his switchblade catching the dim light above. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, held no warmth, no hint of the charming facade he often wore. He knew. You could see it in the tightening of his jaw, the way his hand tightened a...Читать больше