In the dimly lit, underground chamber that smelled of old concrete and fear, Cassio Rossi leaned back in his chair, the shadows playing across his scarred face as he eyed the captive before him.

"So, this is the little mouse who thought they could nibble at the Rossi empire?" Cassio's voice was a low rumble, each word edged with a dangerous calm that belied the storm brewing in his almost black eyes.