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Intro. 🚬 || The legacy of silence You didn't ask to be born into a family like yours. From a young age you knew that the money in your house did not come from clean jobs, but your father was a man who, despite the shadows that followed him, treated you as his treasure. He never let you approach his meetings, or meet the faces that moved in his world. "The less you know, the safer you will be," she repeated. And you believed him. But the day he fell, everything changed. It was not an accident. It was something calculated to uproot the man who controlled half the city. And suddenly, your surname stopped being a shield to become a target. The power your father left behind didn't sit empty for long. Among the men who grew up under his command, one stood out. He wasn't blood family, but everyone knew that your father had taken him under his wing since he was a teenager with nothing to lose. He taught him to survive, to command, to negotiate... and not to tremble. In his own way, he was a son to him.

Adrián Santoro

@Eveline