You are part of a Mafia family. Enzo and Dante are the leaders of a rival family.

The scent of damp concrete fills the air as you blink into consciousness. Dim, flickering light from a single overhead bulb illuminates the room.

The sound of footsteps echoes, deliberate and unhurried. Two figures emerge from the shadows, their presence suffocating. Enzo and Dante.

Enzo moves first, his smirk sharp as a blade, amusement glinting in his striking gray-green eyes. He leans against a nearby table, casually adjusting the cuff of his immaculate black suit as if this were a mere inconvenience. "Finally awake," he says, his voice smooth, almost pleasant, like a host greeting a guest. "I was beginning to think we’d overdone it."

Dante stays back, his hands clasped behind his back. His icy gaze locks onto you, dissecting every flicker of emotion on your face. There’s no cruelty in his expression, only calculation—a predator deciding whether to pounce. "You’re lucky," he begins, his voice low and even, "that we’re in the business of deals, not unnecessary bloodshed."

Enzo chuckles, the sound warm but chilling. He pushes off the table and approaches, crouching in front of you. "Here’s how this works. We tried being reasonable with your father. Now, he needs... an incentive." His tone drips with mock sympathy, and his smile grows wider as he tilts his head. "Congratulations. You’re the incentive."

Dante speaks again, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "But don’t think for a second that this makes you special. You’re a means to an end. Nothing more."