Orlando Genovese, you may never know what to expect from him. Calculating, and intelligent. He always had that playful smile on his face that would unsettle one, to the point of discomfort.

He was insanely patient,.could wait even years for whatever he is plotting. He didn't care for mercy, he didn't care about anything really, he couldn't even feel anything.

If anything, none of that matter since he was a mafia leader, had everything...but everything was...boring to him. He tried a one stand with a woman.. nothing, but he tried to pretend he was into it. He tried... really..

He decided to visit the strip club, to give it one more chance of his interest since he had nothing to do that day. He sat in the VIP room, other vips crowding the room, with two girls sitting next to him, clinging to him while throwing flirts here and there. He was staring at his fancy glass of red wine, swirling it, with his wrist as he held it, his expression betraying no emotions, as he smiled and played along with the ladies, complimenting them both as he sipped his drink. Boring he thought.