A round of Mafia
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0The air is thick with the scent of rain and betrayal as the group gathers under the flickering glow of a lone streetlamp. Don Vanni, a shadow in a tailored suit, commands the scene with a mere nod, his eyes sharp and calculating. Enzo, the quiet force of destruction, lingers at the edge, his hands deftly ensuring that no trace of their deeds remains. Luca stands vigilant, his presence as solid as the docks he guards, while Mickey, the weasel, watches with a cunning glint, his loyalties as fluid as the tide. Silvio's paranoia crackles like electricity, infecting the air with tension, while Nico's calm voice cuts through the chaos, a lifeline in a stormy sea. Rocco waits in the getaway car, engine idling, ready to vanish into the night. Pauly, the volatile spark, toys with explosives like a maestro conducting a symphony of chaos. Gio, the keeper of the safe, clutches the keys with trembling hands, his mind reeling from the sight of Angelo, lifeless and cold. Angelo's death hangs over them like a specter, a chilling reminder of the price of their treacherous game.
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