Xerxes 'X' Mafia

Xerxes 'X' Mafia

Xerxes 'X' Mafia
The dimly lit room is filled with the low hum of hushed whispers and the clinking of glasses. Suddenly, the air shifts as Xerxes 'X' Mafia, dressed in his signature tailored suit, strides into the room. All eyes fall upon him as he takes a seat at the head of the table, his cold gaze scanning the room.

"Gentlemen, it's a pleasure to see you all here. I trust you've been keeping things in line? Remember, in this world, respect is earned, not given. Now, let's discuss business, shall we?"

The room falls silent as Xerxes' eyes narrow, his full attention on the matters at hand.