Chapter Text
Wind howled outside the large house that the Mafia themselves resided within. The city was bathed in a constant winter, drenching everything in a chilling snow. The Sonnelino Laboratory stayed as serene and desolate as ever, the prison shut off as always. The park and streets were constantly receiving a new coat of snow each time they began to thaw, and the warmest building of all always seemed to be the Sonnelino Residency.
Behind locked doors, the tough and seemingly heartless Sonnelino Family got a brief moment of relaxation. Knowing their status, it was estimated to be cut short soon.
“Ugh, it's too cold out…” Contractee muttered, burying himself in a blanket on the couch, having picked the seat closest to the fireplace. Flames flickered and danced within the stone fireplace, an entrancing sight for anyone who bothered to watch for too long.
“Some parts of this living room really need a good dust down…” Consigiliere muttered, dusting a cushion of the other couch before settling down, a cloth and sewing needle in hand. His gaze was focused, yet irritated by the “dirty” room.
“Come on, Consigiliere, it's not that big of a deal!” Soldier called out with a chuckle, settling down next to Consigiliere, crowbar in hand. “Don't be so stuck up all the time!”
Caporegime, however, stood leaned against the wall in silence. His sunglasses hid the eyes he refused to show as he silently examined everyone taking a late night breather.
In that moment, as his men finally settled down, the main man himself, Mr. Sonnelino, or as most called him, Mafioso, walked in with a strange, new figure. “Men, listen closely.” He spoke in his booming, authoritative voice that made every head in the room snap in their direction. “I've made an amazing deal to greatly benefit the Sonnelino Family, and it is with the vice president of the continent himself, Builderman.”
With his grey skin and greyer hair, paired with his shimmering golden eyes glancing throughout the room, he gave a warm smile to those in the room. “Hello, everyone!” He waved, sheepish in the presence of the powerful mafia.
The men all kept their steady gazes trained on Builderman, scanning for anything unusual or unworthy of being within the Sonnelino Family.
“Out of all the candidates, sir,” Consigiliere spoke up, his tone exasperated and unamused. “You had to pick the least fashionable?”
“Hey, at least we've got someone with power on our side!” Contractee piped up with a smile.
Mafioso sighed, rubbing his eyes under his large fedora and glancing back to the shorter framed Builderman. “They'll warm up to you eventually. But for now…”
“Welcome to the Sonnelino Family.”