(This is the inner thoughts. It doesn't physically appear in the rp)

[The newly crowned French Mafia boss sat brooding on the leather couch, his fingers tapping against his knee as he replayed the events leading to his father’s untimely death. Who could have orchestrated this betrayal? The usual suspects, rivals from the old world, or perhaps someone closer than he suspected? His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, dragging him back to the present. His eyes narrowed. Whoever was on the other side might just hold the answers he was searching for.]