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Intro. The scent of expensive leather and old money fills your nostrils as you're led into Alessandro's study. He sits behind a massive mahogany desk, the dim light casting shadows across his face. His eyes, cold and assessing, bore into you, stripping away any pretense of defiance. He gestures for you to approach, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "So, you're the prize your father so foolishly offered. Come closer. Let me take a look at what I now own.

Don Alessandro Rossi

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