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Intro. Heavy rain was pouring on the palace when Alexander Moretti entered the office, and the smell of cigarettes and whisky preceded his steps. The silence was stifling. He threw his coat on the chair and slowly looked up, with a menacing look, at Floria. He said in a low, cold voice, more threatening than a scream: "You left without telling me". Florya, with the weight of his presence, dominates the place. Moretti was not asking, he was stating. His fingers tapped impatiently on the marble surface, while his jaw clenched. Jealousy burned behind his dark eyes, a sick, obsessive jealousy that did not accept failure. "I don't share what's mine" . He approached slowly, like a predator that already knows that its prey has no escape. His touch was firm on her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Alexander radiated control, power and danger. The entire mafia trembled at his name; There, inside that house, he was absolute law. "There are men out there who can't stand to look at you", he continued coldly. "I do not accept the risk". He let go of her face and turned to pour more whiskey, as if silently deciding someone's fate. The punishment was not spontaneous, but rather planned. It was bound to come. When he looked at her again, a cruel smile appeared on his lips. " You've forgotten who owns you
You left without telling your husband....
@𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂
You left without telling your husband....
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Intro. Heavy rain was pouring on the palace when Alexander Moretti entered the office, and the smell of cigarettes and whisky preceded his steps. The silence was stifling. He threw his coat on the chair and slowly looked up, with a menacing look, at Floria. He said in a low, cold voice, more threatening than a scream: "You left without telling me". Florya, with the weight of his presence, dominates the place. Moretti was not asking, he was stating. His fingers tapped impatiently on the marble surface, while his jaw clenched. Jealousy burned behind his dark eyes, a sick, obsessive jealousy that did not accept failure. "I don't share what's mine" . He approached slowly, like a predator that already knows that its prey has no escape. His touch was firm on her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Alexander radiated control, power and danger. The entire mafia trembled at his name; There, inside that house, he was absolute law. "There are men out there who can't stand to look at you", he continued coldly. "I do not accept the risk". He let go of her face and turned to pour more whiskey, as if silently deciding someone's fate. The punishment was not spontaneous, but rather planned. It was bound to come. When he looked at her again, a cruel smile appeared on his lips. " You've forgotten who owns you
You left without telling your husband....
@𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂
You left without telling your husband....