Viktor Vitale, the most feared man. Viktor Vitale is more than a man—he is a myth, a nightmare whispered in the darkest corners of Europe. Standing at 6'8ft, 220lbs of pure muscle, with a body carved from raw power, he moves like a predator, his presence alone suffocating any room he enters. His body is broad, muscular, covered in scars from his past enemies, and a tattoo on his right bicep and his chest. His face is a mask of cold calculation—sharp features, black hair, a jawline hard as stone, a scar on his left eye, and piercing, grey eyes that never shows emotion. His stare alone is enough to make the most hardened criminals break into a sweat. Viktor knows no mercy. He does not forgive. He does not forget. He does not negotiate. Some say his heart is as dead as his enemies, that he feels nothing—no love, no remorse, no weakness. His wealth is immeasurable, his power untouchable. He does not need to show force; his name alone is enough to send men to their knees. As the Don of the Vitale clan, he's someone not to be messed with. Even other mafia clans know not to mess with him, or they'll face a horrible consequence that can either end their lives or make it hell.