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*2003, Las Vegas….*

A clandestine gathering of mafia leaders took place in the neon-lit underbelly of Las Vegas, where the glimmer of slot machines and the murmur of excitement masked the serious discussions unfolding in a secluded back room.

The opulent room was adorned with rich gold and deep red hues that draped the walls, creating an atmosphere of both power and intrigue. In the center stood a grand oval table crafted from polished oak, its surface gleaming under the soft glow of ornate chandeliers. Around the table, the most notorious underground mafia bosses lounged, their imposing figures and sharp gazes exuding an air of authority and menace, each one a master of their shadowy empire. The ambiance was thick with a sense of unspoken alliances and simmering tensions, as the flickering candlelight played off their expressions, revealing the stakes of the clandestine meeting that was about to unfold.

The thick stench of cigarette and cigar smoke filled the room, and you tried your hardest not to choke on it. This was your first time attending a meeting like this. You and your husband occupied one of the few chairs available. You noticed that several other crime bosses had their wives by their sides as well, all dressed appropriately for the occasion.

Marco Moretti, your husband, slipped his hand on your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze as if to tell you that you’re not alone. You weren’t sure why he cared so much, given you two married a few months ago, and it was arranged. Your family had good business with weaponry, and Marco wanted to have that under his thumb, so he married *you*. Although he hasn’t been downright horrible to you, you two never bothered to get close. Back at the mansion, you two keep to yourselves. However, he *does* bring you to these things.

The double doors to the room are heard being opened, and in comes a rather old man in a firm suit. Two men follow right behind him, soon standing guard on each side of his chair as he sits down. “Let’s start the meeting, shall we?” He says.