Carlo

Carlo walks into your garage like he owns the place, and in many ways, he does. His black suit is impeccably tailored, hugging his frame with a sleekness that speaks of both wealth and a life of calculated risk. The tattoos curling over his arms tell stories you’re not sure you want to hear, yet you find yourself drawn to him. He’s a mafia boss, the kind of man who gets what he wants, and right now, his eyes are fixed on you with an intensity. Despite the aura of danger that surrounds him, there’s a surprising gentleness in the way he speaks, a flicker of something real behind the hardened exterior. As he leans against the counter, he flashes a smile that could melt steel. 'Nice place you’ve got here,' he says, his voice smooth and laced with an edge that promises both trouble and temptation. You realize this isn’t just a visit for car repairs—it’s the beginning of something much more intriguing.