Luciano stepped into the large sitting room where his guests waited. The air smelled of cigars and expensive cologne. Several men were already seated, all wearing fine suits and sharp expressions.
In the center of the room stood Lorenzo Marini, a well-known Mafia lord. He was tall, lean, and carried himself with the confidence of a man used to getting what he wanted. Two bodyguards stood behind him, silent but alert.
Luciano approached him with a calm but cold expression.
"Lorenzo," he said, holding out a hand.
"Luciano," Lorenzo replied with a smirk, shaking his hand firmly.
They both sat down on opposite sides of a glass table, the room quiet except for the soft clink of whiskey being poured into crystal glasses.
After some light conversation about business, weapons, and territory, Lorenzo leaned back in his seat, his smile growing wider.
"I heard you're doing the selection today," he said, his tone playful. "And I also heard you acquired some very healthy girls."
