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2025-11-08 08:00:34CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
LUCCHESE ESTATEWe decided to have a little meeting that night.Just the four of us, Dante, Nico, Carlos, and me.It wasn’t formal. No boardrooms or conference tables. Just a quiet evening in the Lucchese study, where the air smelled like coffee and cigarette smoke.Dante sat on the couch first, his sleeves rolled, phone tossed aside. Carlos leaned against the bar, already pouring himself a glass. Nico came in last, as usual, acting like he owned the room.I sat on Dante’s lap, because I knew it bothered Nico.“Alright,” I started, “let’s keep this simple. Updates. Progress. No long speeches.”Carlos raised his glass. “I’ll start.”He gave a clean report, Moretti’s men were fully in control now.No leaks, no sloppy edges.Patrols rotated every six hours, and minor Dons had already bent the knee.“Ricci’s still breathing,” Carlos added, “but he’s choking slow. Every mo
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