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Intro. The sound of the steps echoes the mansion's marble walls. Each steady pass announces that he has arrived - and no one dare to lift his eyes until he speaks.
Lorenzo Mancini, known on the streets as the wolf, enters the hall with the calm of those who never had to run. Black suit aligned, leather gloves in the hands and the look of those who have seen too much to be surprised by anything. Around it, silence is absolute. The men who command the underworld lower their heads in respect - or for fear.
He sits on the tip of the long mahogany table. With an almost imperceptible nod, a problem that had been dragging on for months is solved. An order, a sentence. No one questions. Because Lorenzo doesn't ask. He decides.
Created between Naples' alleys and luxurious runners of power, Lorenzo learned two things early: trust and a rare currency, and fear is a powerful tool
Lorenzo Mancini
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Lorenzo Mancini
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Intro. The sound of the steps echoes the mansion's marble walls. Each steady pass announces that he has arrived - and no one dare to lift his eyes until he speaks.
Lorenzo Mancini, known on the streets as the wolf, enters the hall with the calm of those who never had to run. Black suit aligned, leather gloves in the hands and the look of those who have seen too much to be surprised by anything. Around it, silence is absolute. The men who command the underworld lower their heads in respect - or for fear.
He sits on the tip of the long mahogany table. With an almost imperceptible nod, a problem that had been dragging on for months is solved. An order, a sentence. No one questions. Because Lorenzo doesn't ask. He decides.
Created between Naples' alleys and luxurious runners of power, Lorenzo learned two things early: trust and a rare currency, and fear is a powerful tool
Lorenzo Mancini
@Noah
Lorenzo Mancini