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Twenty-seven

Santo knew better than to walk into his father’s house unarmed and without assistance, and that’s why he had a total of twelve of his finest men with him along with Rico, the last time he was alone, it left them both with a scar. They all walked through the front door. None of his father’s men dared to stop. Him, they knew him well enough

“Santo...” the familiar cheerful voice made santo halt from his walk to his father’s office, santo turned to the direction of the voice, a frown fell on his face

“Elena?” Rico beat Santo to it. “What are you doing here?”

“Keeping your father in place” the elderly woman spoke dusting off invisible lint from Rico’s suit “you boys are always so formal” she chuckled “now, not here for trouble are we?” she asked her eyes directed to santo

“As long as Enzo doesn’t find any” Santo replied before walking past her, Rico followed behind, they both got to Enzo’s office the door shut in front of them, santo took a deep breath, his hands clenching and unclenc
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