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2024-10-29 19:42:56Lucifer’s POV
I hate people who waste time.
And that is exactly what I have been doing in Milan for the LAST TWO weeks.
Wasting my FUCKING time!!
It was necessary to send a strong message so that no one dares to cross a line.
NO girls, and NO drugs!
Cosa Nostra has always detested all dealings concerning girls and drugs, except for those couple of years when that scumbag of our father was running the mafioso.
But they all need to know that things are different now, that the liberties my father had taken don’t hold anymore. They all need to understand that our ideologies can never be compromised, my rule is the law, and the result of disobedience is my wrath. And my beast howls in agreement.
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