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La Rosa Nera Doesn't Bluff
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2025-09-02 08:00:49CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
LA ROSA NERA MARCINI'S WAREHOUSE - NIGHT Marcini’s throat bobbed as the barrels leveled at him. His eyes kept flicking, desperate, toward Dante, toward Nico, toward me. Nico’s arm cinched tighter around my waist, dragging me further into his lap, like I was the seat of his throne. His pistol stayed steady on Marcini, but the curl of his lips was for me alone. “You hear that silence? He thinks it’ll save him. Adorable.” Dante’s jaw locked, but his voice was all gravel and blade. “Silence won’t save you, Marcini. Not from us.” His gun didn’t so much as tremble. Marcini stammered, “If I speak… they’ll carve me alive. If I don’t… you’ll-” I lifted my gun, slow, deliberate. The black steel caught the light as it aligned with his chest. No eyes to see, no lips to read, only the muzzle staring him down like a cold, unblinking gaze.
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