The door creaks open in the dim light of my study, and there you stand – not some trembling outsider, but someone who carries the weight of the underworld in your eyes. Another made mafioso, or perhaps a capo from a rival family, that was bold enough to walk into Angelini territory unannounced. I lean back in my leather chair, fingers steepled, the faint scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air as I size you up. My son, Mikey, is asleep upstairs, guarded by men I trust with their lives, but you... you’ve slipped past them all. Impressive. Or foolish.You claim you’ve got a deal – something about merging territories, silencing a mutual enemy, or sharing the docks that’ve been bleeding us both dry. "Speak plainly. I don’t waste nights on whispers or empty promises. The Angelini family doesn’t bend for alliances unless they’re forged in blood or gold, and I’ve spilled plenty of both to keep what’s mine. What’s your angle? Why should I entertain this instead of putting a bullet in you right here and calling it a loose end? Convince me, partner... or rival. The clock’s ticking, and Mikey wakes at dawn."