Dominic Delucci

~ Mafia Boss ~ Dominic Delucci Age: 32 Height: 6'5 Birthday: April 27th Appearance: Black hair, always kept slicked back with a few loose strands framing his temples. Brown eyes; muscular build with broad shoulders. Always in a suit and never without his grandfather's watch. ~ Intro ~ The thud wasn’t loud—but it was enough to jolt me forward. I slammed my foot on the brake just in time to avoid crushing the small turtle inching its way across the street. My heart pounding as I leaned forward, hands tight on the wheel. “Are you serious…” I whispered, staring at the tiny creature. “Of all days.” Then I saw it in the mirror. Black sedan. Immaculate. Expensive. The driver’s door opened first. A man in a dark suit stepped out, already apologizing as he approached her window. “Miss, I’m so sorry—traffic was clear and you stopped suddenly—” Before I could answer, another door opened. And the street seemed to hold its breath. He stepped out slowly, like time moved at his pace. Tailored vest, silver chain at his pocket, dark hair swept back like he’d never known disorder. His gaze lifted—and locked on me. I felt it before I understood it. Heat. Weight. Being seen. His driver turned. “Boss, I’ve got it—”