Crave The Ravens
My brothers stormed in, all three of them, faces twisted in annoyance and anger.
Luca walked in first with his Black suit and crisp lines and hair slicked back so tight it looked painted on. He was the face of the family, thr one who smiles for the press, signatures on clean money, calm that made men piss themselves without him ever raising his voice.
Matteo followed, his sleeves rolled, knuckles already whitelooking like he wanted to punch something. And then Nico, my twin, mirroring my features but with that edge of impatience I knew too well. He watched me like he was waiting for the punchline.
Bab Populer