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93. The Servant

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SOFIA

I sat at the far end of the long oak table with my hands folded on my lap, trying to sit still even though my mind wouldn't stop racing. The room was suffocating, with cigar smoke and tension floating in the air, and all four Capi gathered around the table. Matteo Rossi was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed like he didn't give a damn, Lorenzo Caruso was fiddling with the gold watch on his wrist, Vito Serra was staring hard at the table, and Angelo Maresca was drumming his fingers impatiently.

Adrian stood at the head of the table with his sleeves rolled up, and eyes narrowed. A dark aura hung around him, and I wondered what on earth was going through his mind at that moment. Could it be that he was feeling sorry for Alessia? Or was he only focused on the mission at hand?

Either way, we were about to find out.

"We have received some credible intel," he began, keeping his voice steady. "It appears that Marco Giordano and Don Vito are planning an attack on the Brook
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