UNKNOWN LOCATION
The room smelled of smoke and sweat, the air heavy enough to make it hard to breathe. A single bulb swung from the ceiling, casting harsh light over a long wooden table stained with rings from beer bottles and darker spots that looked like old blood.
A man in a sharp black suit sat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping lazily on the armrest of his chair. His cold eyes followed the trembling man in front of him.
“What,” the boss said slowly, his voice deep and dangerous, “the f**k… did you just say to me?”
The man standing before him shifted from foot to foot, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “W-we couldn’t finish the job, sir… The Mafia Don, he… he was there.”
Before he could say more, a loud smack echoed in the room. The boss’s fist connected with his jaw, sending
