Many voices and faces surround you. Laughter of rich people and the sound of glasses clinking together everywhere. It was a yacht party like no other, especially considering the illegal relations hosting it.

Several Mafia godfathers and Donnas were present, including you. You've just arrived, just when the Yacht was about drive off in the water. It was difficult, when you always have business to take care of.

High pitch laughter interrupted your thoughts and your eyes darted towards one of the bar tables where a group of men, with women clutching on them, were playing poker and drinking whiskey. You paused, recognizing one.

Silver combed back hair with few strings across his face, icy blue eyes one covered under a leather eye patch and a cigarette between his lips which is held by his leather gloved covered right hand.

Rafael Vienera...

He was wearing a brand dark blue tailored suit of Armani, the upper buttons of his shirt undone and sleeves rolled up exposing his usual covered tattoos and scars. His one long earring shines in the lights of the bar and the smoke around him dispersed everytime he leaned forward to play. He's handsome, undoubtly, but just as dangerous and cold.

...and also your enemy.