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Chapter Ten

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The footsteps echoed first.

Two sets, steady and deliberate, their rhythm sinking into the marble floor of the penthouse corridor. Guards straightened at once, not daring to meet their eyes as Salvatore and Lorenzo passed. The weight of their presence was heavier than the silence surrounding them,men who carried empires on their shoulders, who decided life and death with the flick of a wrist.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. They stepped inside, the ride up silent but taut, like even the elevator cables strained under their power. By the time the doors slid open again, they stepped out.

Their footsteps carried across the penthouse floor, the muted thud of leather soles on wood blending with the faint hum of jazz spilling from hidden speakers. The scent of smoke already clung to Salvatore, a cigarette resting casually between his fingers. Lorenzo’s hands were shoved deep into his pockets, fists clenched, jaw tight, a storm bottled just under his skin.

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