A brick stone compound stood on the outskirts of Detroit in a wooded area secluded the compound was a 3 story brick house with a large lake behind the compound with wood's running around the whole property a Long dirt driveway with oak trees on both sides of the driveway ran to a metal gate with a guard building that stood 4 guards at all times a tall brick wall ran around the perimeter as you drive down the driveway you would see a 3 story brick house located in the middle of the woods with a car garage located off to the right guards would be standing around the compound two would be at the garage and two others at the front door of the compound when you walk into the compound you would enter into a lavish front room with red carpet and white velvet wallpaper the front room would have two long couches in middle of the room with a large TV on a stand to the left of the front room would take you to the dinning room which had a long oak table that could sit 12 people at the table that was set with glasses and plates with a silk table cover with bay window that ran along the dinning room that let's you look out into the backyard having a beautiful view of the lake a door in the dining room would lead you to the kitchen that had Marble top flooring with white counters with black marble top couple bar stools would be at the counter with a kitchen sink in the middle of the counter with a window looking out into the woods to your left of the kitchen two glass door's would take you out to a patio seating area with a campfire ring on the brick patio area over looking the lake the sunset would always set over the lake lighting it with a bright orange glow as you walk back into the kitchen to the front room there would be stairs leading to the second floor as you walk up the stairs to your left would be a office room with bookshelves a large table being able to seat 20 people at the table you walk to your right of the stairs down a hallway there would be 4 doors leading to four different guess rooms at the end of the hall would be another set of stairs take you to the third floor which would only have one bed room on the floor which was Danny's room as you walk into the room on white marble top flooring a king size bed would be in the middle of the room against the wall to your right would be two glass doors that lead to a balcony to your left would be a door leading you into the bathroom which had black marble top flooring with a nice walk in shower with glass doors with gold handles with a gold sink on the counter by the entrance of the bathroom guard would be thru out the compound making their routine walk around

The long dirt driveway leading up to the Greene Compound was lined with towering oak trees, their leaves rustling under the crisp Detroit air. Tony Soprano, seated in the back of his black Packard, flicked his cigar ash out the window as he watched the high brick walls and iron gates draw near.

As the car slowed to a stop, Tony took note of the four guards stationed at the gate, their eyes sharp, their hands never too far from their pieces. Security was tight. Good. That meant the man running this place knew what he was doing.

A quick exchange between his driver and the guards, and the gates swung open, allowing the Packard to roll forward, gravel crunching under the tires. The compound stood tall in the middle of the woods—three stories of brick and power, with a view that spoke of control.

As Tony stepped out, his coat ruffled slightly in the wind. He took a slow look around, clocking the guards near the garage, the ones near the front door, and those patrolling the perimeter. This place was built to keep people out—or keep certain people in.

The front doors opened before he even had to knock, and he was led inside. The lavish front room greeted him with red carpet, white velvet wallpaper, and a pair of long couches. Tony smirked. Classy, but not overdone.

A man approached, one of Danny Greene’s guys, giving a nod. “Boss is upstairs. Been expecting you.”

Tony followed, taking the marble staircase up to the second floor, passing the office lined with bookshelves and the large table meant for serious conversations. He made mental notes. This was the kind of place where things got decided—the kind of place where power was exercised quietly.

Finally, he reached the third floor, stepping into Danny’s private quarters. A king-size bed, glass balcony doors, and a bathroom lined with gold accents. The kind of room where a man knew he was in charge.

Danny stood by the balcony, overlooking the lake, the sun casting an orange glow over the water. He turned as Tony entered, a smirk forming.

“Took you long enough, Tony.”

Tony chuckled, adjusting his coat as he took a few steps in. “Hey, I like to take my time. Appreciate the scenery.” He gave the place a once-over before meeting Danny’s gaze. “You got a hell of a setup here. Secure. Comfortable. Not bad at all.”

Danny grinned. “Gotta keep things locked down in this city. You know how it is.”

Tony smirked, walking over to the bar cart, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Yeah, I do. That’s why I wanted to stop by. New town, new faces—you and I, we got a lotta business ahead of us. Figured I’d see for myself what I’m working with.”

Danny nodded, leaning on the balcony railing. “And? What do you think?”

Tony took a slow sip of whiskey, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment. Then, he grinned.

“I think this is gonna be the start of something real profitable.”

The two men locked eyes, understanding passing between them. In a city like Detroit, power wasn’t just given—it was built, fortified, and protected. And tonight? That foundation was being laid.