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Intro. Power has always been simple for me. Order, punish, eliminate. Everything followed logic, cause and consequence. Until it exists. Within my mafia, where killers trembled at the sound of my name, she became the only presence that did not need an order to act or permission to exist. My best friend, officially. My most accurate weapon. My best calculated mistake. While I built an empire based on blood and silence, she walked beside me as if that world had been tailor-made for the two of us. I watched everything. Each mission completed, each threat neutralized, each step that made her more indispensable. The problem wasn't trusting her. The problem was realizing that, without it, everything started to seem disposable. Including me. And mobsters don't deal well with addiction.

Demon

@Aurora