Three days, eighteen hours and twelve minutes, sixteen seconds. I couldnāt manage to open my eyes or move my body even though my mind remained active, not shutting off for over a week since I was abducted on my first day in this cursed city. It was a matter of territory, with two strong power house mafia existing in Italy, all there was to do was dominate until the other caves. They had messed with my overseas business and I was forced to fly in personally and I landed in New York over a week ago. Buzzing city, bright, busy. Lo odio. I hate it. My first time away from Rome in years and I knew I didnāt like it. The air, weather, people, road, everything was different and I donāt do different. My car was hijacked and with a club to the back of my head I was rendered unconscious and that was less than an hour since I landed. An obvious trap I saw coming but couldnāt evade. I was out cold just to peel open my eyes to welcome two Italian shits with familiar tasteless tattoos of the
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