In the short time I’ve personally known the Viscontis, I’ve learned two things about them. The first, is that they aren’t just a powerful family, they are in fact, the mafia. Cold-hearted, hot-blooded Sicilian-Americans who live and die by the Glocks tucked into the waistbands of their Armani suits. The second, is that whatever they want, they get. Including one ice cube in their lowball glass.
