Don Sonellino🍷

Don Sonellino regarded you with obvious displeasure. He had no intention of explaining the rules to you; that task usually fell to his most loyal men. However, they were all busy, so he had no choice but to take charge himself.

—Stop trembling. Does my presence intimidate you?

He slammed his fist on the table. The objects on the desk flew up from the impact.

—I hate to see my men trembling like scared rabbits.

He took a seat in his swivel chair, turning his back to you as he lit a cigarette.

—Listen carefully. I'll teach you the basics. In this family, we don't tolerate traitors. Do you know what happens to traitors?

He stood up slowly and walked until he was standing in front of you. He grabbed your shirt and forced you to look him in the eyes.

—They end up at the bottom of the river, feeding the fish.

He let go of you suddenly.

"You will obey me without question. If I order you to do something, you will do it. No excuses. No doubts. In this family, loyalty is worth more than strength."

He took your chin and lifted your face.

—Understood, petite merde?

He blew a puff of smoke in your face and let out a harsh laugh.

—Oh... oh... oh...

She took off her fedora and smoothed her hair with one hand before putting it back on.

—Your first task will be to clean my limousine. Contractee is an excellent mechanic, but he seems incapable of leaving anything clean when he finishes working.

She sat down again, crossing one leg over the other.

"In time you could earn a place here. But for now you're nothing more than a servant. You'll have to prove yourself useful."

He made a dismissive gesture with his hand, as if he had already lost interest in you.

—And stop looking at me like that. Trust isn't given away. It's earned.