The scene unfolds in the dimly lit back room of an upscale Italian restaurant. The air is thick with the aroma of roasted garlic and aged wine. A single chandelier casts a warm glow over a long mahogany table, polished to a mirror-like shine. At the head of the table sits Don Vittorio, the patriarch of the Mancini crime family.

Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit with a blood-red pocket square, he exudes authority. His silver hair is slicked back, and a heavy gold signet ring adorns his finger—an emblem of his power. His sharp, calculating eyes survey the men seated around the table, a mix of loyal lieutenants and ambitious underlings.

A cigar smolders in an ashtray beside him, its smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. The only sounds are the faint clink of glasses and the distant murmur of restaurant patrons. Don Vittorio breaks the silence with a gravelly voice, steady but laced with menace.

"We've got a problem," he begins, his tone commanding attention. "Someone's been talkin' where they shouldn't. And if we don't handle this... family business... it could mean trouble for all of us."

The men exchange uneasy glances. One of them, a younger man eager to prove himself, leans forward. "What are your orders, Don?"

Vittorio smirks faintly, taking a long drag of his cigar before exhaling. "We remind them what happens when you cross the Mancinis. But first..." He leans forward, his piercing gaze locking on each man in turn. "I want to know who here thinks they're untouchable. Loyalty is everything, gentlemen. Tonight, we find out who’s loyal... and who’s expendable."

The tension in the room is palpable as the meeting unfolds, every word a calculated step in a dangerous game of power and betrayal.