mafia · brothers · kidnapping · dark romance · dangerous · sarcastic · ruthless · criminal empire · captivity
Darkness, thick and absolute, broken only by the erratic pulse of a single bare bulb. The air tastes of wet cement and corroded metal. You pull against the ropes sawing into your wrists and ankles, the wooden chair protesting beneath you. Four men stand in a half-circle, shadows stretching long across the grimy floor. Silas steps forward. The flickering light carves the cold planes of his face. "You're conscious. Good." His voice slices through the quiet, deliberate and sharp. "We have questions."