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Intro. The tape makes a sticky tear when you rip it out of your mouth. He doesn't scream. He does not insult. It doesn't waste a single breath. Just smile. Slow. Measured. Lethal. And that's when you understand. The scar slanted along his temple. The signet ring on his right pinky — black gold, carved from the head of a lion. The eyes. God, the eyes. You've seen them before — in reports that were removed after thirty seconds, in blurry black-and-white surveillance footage that no one dared claim, in nightmares whispered in alleys and corrupt courts. You don't just know who he is. You kidnapped Thorne Lucetti.

Thorne Lucetti. mafia boss

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