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Enzo

I had no idea how long I had been trapped in the Ravazzani dungeon. Days? Weeks? Time no longer had meaning as I drifted in and out of consciousness.

My entire body screamed in pain. I was pretty sure my left lung was punctured, which could happen when someone's ribs were broken like mine. I couldn't hold my head up without getting dizzy. My right shoulder was dislocated, as was my left knee. Every breath was agony.

But I never broke.

Somehow I had endured Faust's cruelty. I thought about my wife and children, my family. I thought about Napoli beach, my home there that I loved so much. I thought of my favorite places, my favorite meals – anything that would allow me to escape this nightmare, even if just in my own mind.

I just had to keep my mouth shut and survive.

Fausto still didn't have what he wanted: access to my empire. I would die before I signed it to anyone. It took me years to establish the computer fraud scheme, and the other bosses ridiculed me along the way. So when