[RUBY]The mansion hummed with the buzz of celebration, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of danger. I half-expected some grueling initiation ritual, something out of a college fraternity nightmare—paddles, pain, the works. But then again, being the niece of the Consigliere has its perks."Ruby, you grew up in the U.S., right?" Marco Salvatore, the Boss, asked, his voice as smooth as aged whiskey."Yes," I replied, my tone steady, rehearsed. "I studied literature there. After my parents passed, Uncle James took care of me."We had gone over this countless times. Every detail, every word, drilled into my brain. My new self had to be flawless."Literature, huh? I love literature," B chimed in from beside me. I gave him a polite smile, but it didn’t last long. V and Luna's laughter cut through the air like a knife."Since when did you ever pick up a book, B?" V sneered, his eyes dancing with mischief. Luna just shook her head, her gaze locking with mine for a moment that felt li
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