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Seduction and Death
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The dense air in Sergio Bianchi’s study was saturated with the mix of aged brandy and the metallic scent of fresh blood. Lorenzo Cassini’s head remained inside the box on the mahogany table, though no one dared to look directly at it. It was a silent warning, an offering of war.Dino didn’t take his eyes off Sergio Bianchi, waiting for the next move from the capo. He knew that in the circles of organized crime, a word carried as much weight as gunpowder, but betrayal was always lurking in the shadows.One of the most important rules was:— Never turn your back on your enemies, nor your friends, if you want to stay alive.Bianchi leaned back in his leather chair and half-closed his eyes, savoring the moment of his revenge against Lorenzo Cassini.— The Morettis and their family are doomed, —he said with a voice as cold as ice—. But that doesn’t mean the execution must be immediate.Dino rested his elbows on his knees, le
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Ramiro was a man of iron; he had received a considerable wound to his stomach, and instead of resting as the Greek commander's doctor had recommended, The Wolves, Ramiro was standing, in charge of the watch for his boss.— "This idiot Ramiro would give his life for you, Moretti." – pointed out Vasilakis, the experienced doctor of The Wolves.— "Ramiro is the best man in my organization…"— "You can be sure of him, Moretti."— "I'm never sure of anyone, Vasilakis... not even my own shadow."Alejandro Moretti was a very distrustful man; since he was young, he had to learn to watch his own back.His father had been killed by his supposed best friend, his trusted man, and that marked him for life. When he had the chance, he himself blew the brains out of his father’s killer.So Alejandro Moretti was a man to be careful of, loyal to his men but not blind.At four in the morning, while everyone was sleeping,
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