Publisher's Synopsis
The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with smoke and the sharp tang of whiskey. Around the mahogany table sat men and women whose faces bore the scars of a life lived in shadows. At the head of the table, Vincenzo "Vince" Moretti leaned back in his chair, his sharp suit immaculate despite the chaos that surrounded him. His dark eyes, calculating and unflinching, scanned the room like a predator sizing up its prey.
The cards in his hand weren't just a pastime; they were weapons. In this game, every bet was a move, every bluff a strategy, and every loss could mean blood. They called it "The Mafia Game," a high-stakes poker night where fortunes were made, alliances were forged, and betrayals were sealed. But tonight, it wasn't about money.
A manila envelope sat at the center of the table, its contents a mystery to all but Vincenzo. Rumors swirled that it held the name of a traitor-a mole feeding secrets to the Feds. One of them had broken the code, and tonight, Vincenzo intended to uncover the truth.
As the game progressed, the tension grew thick enough to cut. Every flick of a card, every raise of a brow, every bead of sweat could be a tell. Vincenzo played it cool, his smirk disarming, his charm masking the razor-sharp intellect that had earned him his throne in the criminal underworld.
"You think you can outplay me?" he said, his voice smooth but laced with menace, as he slid a stack of chips forward. The room fell silent, the weight of his words more chilling than the loaded guns hidden under the table.
The Mafia Game wasn't just a game-it was a battleground. And tonight, under Vincenzo's watchful eye, someone would pay the price for playing both sides.
