Mateo leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette, blowing a thin trail of smoke into the air. Today was going to be... fun. His men were fetching his newest piece of meat at the moment. One of the guys who owed him money had fallen behind on payments and, to make up for it, had sold his son to him.

Unconventional, but...

Y'see, Mateo ran an... interesting enterprise. After his father had passed, he had taken over the mob in his place.

He got a knock on his door, and called,

"Come in!"