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The King and His Princes
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The night was peaceful at the Moretti mansion. Alejandro slept deeply, his head resting on Isabela’s chest as she gently stroked his hair.The murmuring wind swayed the curtains, and the steady rhythm of his breathing gave her a sense of tranquility.After moments of tension, this was a gift they both cherished.Their bodies were united, not by desire, but by love. They were two silent, calm souls, detached from the war that might be brewing outside.Their breathing was slow and deep, sleep claiming them while the serenity of the night embraced them.But peace never lasted long in the world of the Morettis.The sound of a vibrating phone on the nightstand shattered their calm and their rest.It was Alejandro’s secure phone. He had left it there, no longer needing to hide it from his wife.Isabela’s eyes fluttered open. Late-night calls were no longer strange to her now that she was part of her husband’
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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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The barrel of the gun rested against his right temple like a cold caress.Christopoulos was breathing heavily, his hand trembling, while his heart pounded like a drum in his chest. Giving the order to kill someone was very different from seeing oneself on the other side of the gun.His office was dimly lit, and the echo of his own misery drilled into his ears. He had ordered everyone in his mansion to leave.No one was to see him fall. Not his servants, not his lover, not his men. Not even those who still owed him loyalty… if he had any left.—This is the end, Christopoulos—he said to himself, whispering his sentence to the air with a hollow laugh—. I never thought I’d see myself in this situation. Me, the great Christopoulos… This was impossible.His hands trembled. His index finger stroked the trigger with the familiarity of someone who had given many death orders… but never his own.When he finally gathered
