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2024-12-22 12:01:02{EDMONDO'S POV}
**No. Not in my abode. Not under my roof. And certainly not under my rule.This betrayal, this filth… it burns through me like molten lead. Luigi. My loyal dog. My hitman. My shadow. And now, the man who dared to disgrace me.I storm down the corridor, each step deliberate and each breath heavier than the last.My father’s words echo like a ghost in my mind: “The moment you let your guard down, Edmondo, your own men would be the reason for your downfall as a ruler.”But I never thought the shitty, filth of a dagger would come from Luigi.The blue room door looms ahead, and I shove it open with enough force to make the hinges groan.Inside, the air reeks of sweat, blood, and shame.There are two men and I don't see their faces. But I can tell the difference because one is my captive and my prisoner; Massimo.Massimo is chained, his wrists raw and his face swollen. His shi
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