Atlas glanced around the room and saw the fear and shock plastered on everyone's face. He had made Xavier immediately arranged a meeting for him to make an appearance.
Every capo in the country who was under Maschera was here at the moment. He was wearing a black hoodie and a mask with a wide, manic-looking smile on it. An icy air of command hung about him, making others lowered their head.
His ruthlessness and predatory mind gave him reputation even among the rest of his kind. His face might be covered but the powerful aura he radiates made him mysterious and dark setting him apart from the rest.
"So, I heard, I was dead." Atlas finally spoke behind the mask, his voice harsh and daunting.
The capos glanced at each other and swallowed. A shiver of dread ran down their spine. They might be the most powerful men in their cities but in front of Maschera they were nothing. His dangerous aura was intimidating to no end.
