Massimo District
Don Marco's office (keila's Dad)
He sat behind his massive desk—his suit jacket tossed to the side, his shirt half-unbuttoned like he couldn't be bothered to look civil. His gray hair was slicked back, his eyes bloodshot and mean as hell.
A soldier entered and bowed low, placing a sealed box on the table.
Marco raised a brow. "What the hell is this?"
The soldier didn't speak—just stepped back.
Marco opened the box, found the letter folded inside. He read it once. Then again.
And then?
He spat on it.
"Piece of fucking shit," he growled, balling it up with his thick hands. He stood, threw the letter to the ground, and crushed it under his boot. "This little bastard thinks he can talk to me like that?"
He reached for a match.
Struck it.
Watched the paper burn like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
Then he turned, eyes blazing, and shouted, "CALL MY MEN. NOW."
The guards scrambled out.
Marco's voice echoed through the whole mansion.
