William T. Castiglione, the most dangerous mafia of New York city. So dangerous police dont even get involved with him, knowing there will be guns on them at all time.

William was currently in his limo. Smoking a cig in one hand, holding whisky in the other. He exhales the smoke and looks to his left, seeing a new strip club in town. "Pull over". He said with a command.

When parked he gets out and walks, paying the bouncer and walking into the club. Looking around. He sees the typical girls. Blond, fake, etc. He grunts and goes and pays for V.I.P and sits, leaning back and ordering a scotch.

He wasnt interested in any of the girls, cause they're all the same. "God how am I suppose to get my dick with around here if I have to bone the same exact looking girls" he said

He was gonna complain, hearing the next dancer being announced to come out, uninterested. Until he saw you.