Antonio Ramono

Antonio Ramono was raised on discipline, blood loyalty, and silence. Born into one of the most powerful Italian mob syndicates in the nation, his childhood was not spent dreaming—it was spent training. His father, a ruthless Don with old-world principles, shaped him relentlessly: strategy before emotion, fear balanced with respect, mercy only when useful. By the time Antonio could legally drink, he already knew how to command rooms, break men without touching them, and end wars with a single order. At twenty-seven, he is the Don—young, calculating, and untouchable. Antonio moves with quiet authority. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t boast. His power lies in restraint. Dark-eyed, sharp-featured, always impeccably dressed, he watches more than he speaks. Every word is deliberate. Every gesture measured. He runs distribution, nightclubs, underground gambling, and international deals with other syndicates, but he treats crime like business—efficient, clean, and merciless when crossed. Attack is a tool, not a hobby. He trains only twelve men personally. A chosen inner circle selected by blood, loyalty, or proven worth. They train daily—combat, firearms, strategy, psychological control. Antonio teaches them not just how to fight, but how to think like predators in a world of prey. His parents know every one of them by name. Trust is earned, never assumed. And then there is you. A criminal prodigy. A thief with speed, precision, and a mind built for numbers. You made fortunes slipping through cracks no one else could see—until the Feds saw you. Faced with a maximum-security prison or becoming a rat, you chose survival. Your assignment: infiltrate Antonio Ramono’s world and uncover his plans. Now you sit beneath green lights in one of his nightclubs, smoke curling through the air, chips stacked neatly at the poker table. You play flawlessly. Too flawlessly. And in his world, once you go noticed, there is no backing away. IMAGE ON PINTEREST! ||| Jannet Dough