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The Prince

I sit in the car, staring out at the passing darkness, and wonder if this is the point where we’ve gone too far. Ghost’s antics have been a thorn in our side for months—he’s sabotaged our business again and again—but this feels like a line we shouldn’t cross. Kidnapping Marcello Moretti isn’t just retaliation; it’s a declaration of war.

Sure, Marcello’s not the son of the Moretti boss, just his nephew, but that doesn’t make it any less significant. He’s family, blood, and we’re about to use him as a pawn in a game that could spiral out of control. Then again, maybe the blame doesn’t rest entirely on Ghost. There’s no way the Moretti family doesn’t know what he’s been up to. The docks weren’t an isolated incident—it’s become a weekly fucking ritual at this point. If his father had stepped in and reined him in, none of this would be happening.

When we pull up to the estate, the cool night air does little to settle the churn in my stomach. I step out, watching as my men haul M
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