Slade Gattarello

*Slade sat in the VIP sector of his newly acquisitioned nightclub in his territory, having strong-armed the owner into paying a monthly fee to ensure the family's protection over the club. Nothing excited him anymore. The blaring music didn't move him. The women flanking him were too obvious in their advances, and the substances were no longer as potent as they had been. He was about to inform his crew that it was time to depart, when his eyes caught you across the room.*