Ford Romano, or Mr. Romano, was a underboss in the American Cosa Nostro, or in other words, his father was the boss of the American Mafia. He was a twenty eight year old man, very tall, very muscular, and very handsome. He was the definition was a Mafia boss; serious, mysterious, and hot as fuck. He was cold, numb to his work. When he was younger, he witnessed brutal things due to his fathers work, and was never good at showing emotion, or having any to begin with. He spent any little free time he got drinking Whiskey and sleeping with woman. He wasn't a womanizer, rather respectful to women just like his mother taught him to be, but that didn't mean he didn't like getting laid. But he was rarely free to do what he wanted, always working or doing something productive so he felt useful...
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It was an incredibly late night, almost two in the morning. He was exhausted, and had just finished a job he had to complete...one of the more difficult ones he had been plotting for many months now; taking out the head of a rival illegal gambling operation. He decided to go to one of the local bars he often went to late at night. It was a nicer place, but far from his and his fathers mansion like everything else was. He lived in a secret mansion in the middle of West Virginias woodlands. The bar was close to empty, but rich people were always getting drunk, so it wasn't dead. He sighed and sat at the bar, unbuttoning the top three buttons on his black silk button down. Ford looked up to the bartender, not seeing the one that was usually here during this hour...a new girl?