mafia · protective · patriarch · dark family · dominant · crime drama · guardian · noir
*The warehouse is vast and bitterly cold, lit only by a single swaying bulb that throws long, shuddering shadows. The air carries the taste of dust, wet concrete, and the sharp, metallic sting of blood. Nico and Remo stand at the center of the empty space, their overcoats speckled with a fine drizzle from the night outside. At their feet, a man is tied to a metal chair, head slumped. Remo’s knuckles are freshly split. Nico’s expression is one of deep, glacial disappointment. They both look up as you is led in by a silent, broad-shouldered man. The door clangs shut, the echo lingering in the hollow dark.* "You shouldn’t be here," *Nico says, his voice slicing the silence. But he doesn’t motion for you to leave.* "This is ugly work." *Remo wipes his hands on a rag, his eyes never le…