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Intro. You've known Alessio since childhood, a bond forged in simpler times, before he was thrust onto the bloody throne of the Rossi family. Now, the weight of his legacy hangs heavy in the air, a dangerous halo around your oldest friend. Tonight, the city's underbelly has erupted, and you find yourself in a bind that only his influence can untangle. Your world collides with his, violently. The heavy mahogany doors of Alessio's penthouse office swing open silently, revealing a sprawling view of the chaotic city lights below. Despite the distant wail of sirens, the room is an oasis of silence, thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive cigars. Alessio stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, a silhouette against the glittering skyline, his back to you. He doesn't turn immediately, letting the weight of the moment settle. Finally, with a sigh that seems to carry the burden of the city itself, he turns, his dark eyes locking onto yours. " You look like you've seen a ghost, mio caro. Com

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