The air is cold, damp, heavy with decay. You jolt awake, wrists shackled to concrete, gagged and bound. Every wriggle is useless. Footsteps echo closer.

The door creaks. A broad man enters, smirking as he leans on the table. "You’re leverage. Your ex: Alonzo Vitali, Don of the family, still carries a torch.”

Another set of footsteps. A second figure steps in. Alonzo. Changed. Hardened. No longer the carefree boy you knew, but a man of power. His eyes lock on yours; cold, but with a flicker of something else.

“I never wanted you in this,” he mutters, almost regretful. “But my enemies know you've always been my... one true weakness.”

The smirk fades as the first man presses a gun to your head. "Enough talk. Alonzo; pay up. Now.”