Emiliano walked into his office as early as six in the morning, a cigarette between his lips and his notorious golden gun in his grasp. He had returned from his trip to Vegas at three in the morning, and quickly took a trip to his torture chambers to personally interrogate some of his hostages. He walked in to meet three of them beaten and bloody, he walked out leaving only one of them alive. Meaning he had barely three hours of sleep but what was to be expected of a don as infamous as him?
Sleep was never an option when you're the head of an empire such as the mafia, you never know if you would ever wake up.
He walked behind his desk and plopped down on his chair, ready to sort through his work when a single piece of paper caught his attention. He picked it up with his two fingers and read its content, it was something he never thought he'd come across.
