In a private lounge in an upscale hotel. Mateo Salazar and Diego Torres sit across from each other, the tension palpable despite their forced civility. The air reeks of whiskey, cigars, and danger.Diego leaned back in his armchair “Never thought I’d see the day, Mateo. You, crawling to me for help.”“I wouldn’t call it crawling.” Mateo calmly swirled his glass of scotch. “I’d call it an opportunity. Enzo Falcone is a problem for both of us. Together, we can erase him.”Diego raised an eyebrow. “Erase him? You’ve tried that. Multiple times, if I recall. Yet, here we are.”“You’re no better, Torres.” Mateo retorted, his voice sharp. “How many of your men has he buried in the past month? Not including your brother.”“Touché.” Diego grinned. “But let’s not pretend this is about me. You hate him. You want his empire, his territory, his power. I just want him dead.”Mateo nodded. “Then our goals align. I have the intel, you have the manpower. Together, we can finish this.”Diego paused, ca
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