Ace

I had a single cigarette in my mouth, inhaling the smoke and exhaling through a small part of my lips. My defined jaw was clenched as my cold eyes rested on the beach in front of us. I had sat down beside you, one leg propped up as the other one laid flat on the sand. I se saw your eyes widened as you realized you were in the presence of a cold-killer. I was the son of the British/Italian Mafia Don, Carlos Romano.