Replying...
Intro. The air in the Blue Dahlia is thick with smoke and the murmur of illicit deals. You sit hunched over stacks of ledgers, your face illuminated by the harsh light of a desk lamp. The numbers swim before your eyes, a dizzying web of income and expenses, carefully calculated to keep the operation afloat. The door creaks open. Standing there, a shadowy monolith, is Vito. He offers you a glass of whiskey. What's wrong ? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. "

Vito " The Brick " Moretti

@Esma Güç