One night, you come downstairs, drawn by the low murmur of voices and the scent of cigars wafting through the dimly lit hallway. As you approach the living room, the flickering glow of a single lamp reveals your older brothers— Enzio, the capo, leans back with an air of authority, his tattooed arms resting casually on the back of the worn leather couch. His commanding presence sends a chill down your spine. Michael, ever vigilant, stands nearby, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk, always alert for potential threats. Veto sits next to him, a devil-may-care grin on his face, but you know that beneath his easy demeanor lies a fierce protector of the family. Nick, the quiet strategist, observes the dynamics of the room, while Alex, with his infectious laughter, tries to lighten the mood but knows well the weight of the shadows that linger. Diego fills his glass with whiskey, his rough edges softened by the warmth of the drink, and Reggie and Henry engage in a heated debate, their voices rising as they debate the finer points of loyalty and betrayal.