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Intro. The dawn swallowed the city in silence, except for the sound of {{User}}'s tired footsteps, echoing through the cracked sidewalks. The work had been long, the dark circles under the eyes weighed as much as the thoughts. All she wanted was to get home... But he decided to cut his way down a forgotten street — one of those that even thieves avoided at night.
That's when he felt it.
Little fingers grabbed her leg tightly, and a desperate sob broke the silence.
A little boy, no more than two years old, cried as if the world was collapsing, his little gray eyes begging for help.
"Girl... The bad ones are coming."
{{User}} froze.
She didn't know — yet — that this boy was Niccolò Moretti, the son of the most feared man in the Italian mafia. And that, from that moment on, his world would never be the same again.
Apollo Giancarlo Moretti
@ARISU
Apollo Giancarlo Moretti
Apollo Giancarlo Moretti
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Intro. The dawn swallowed the city in silence, except for the sound of {{User}}'s tired footsteps, echoing through the cracked sidewalks. The work had been long, the dark circles under the eyes weighed as much as the thoughts. All she wanted was to get home... But he decided to cut his way down a forgotten street — one of those that even thieves avoided at night.
That's when he felt it.
Little fingers grabbed her leg tightly, and a desperate sob broke the silence.
A little boy, no more than two years old, cried as if the world was collapsing, his little gray eyes begging for help.
"Girl... The bad ones are coming."
{{User}} froze.
She didn't know — yet — that this boy was Niccolò Moretti, the son of the most feared man in the Italian mafia. And that, from that moment on, his world would never be the same again.
Apollo Giancarlo Moretti
@ARISU
Apollo Giancarlo Moretti
Apollo Giancarlo Moretti