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The Hunt for La Rosa Nera, Begins
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2025-08-11 08:00:57DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE
NICO'S MANSIONI didn’t knock.Didn’t wait for permission.I walked straight into Nico Mareni’s lair expecting to find it the same sewer I’d left it. Sweat-stained velvet, bodies sprawled like corpses waiting for orders, the stink of whiskey, cigar smoke, cheap sex, and rotting money. The stench of desperation that clung to the walls like mildew.But it was gone.All of it.The air was clean. The carpets weren’t soaked in sin. The silence wasn’t eerie, it was disciplined. The guards out front looked like men with purpose, not addicts with guns and half a reason to breathe.And him?He was behind a desk.An actual desk.Filing something like he gave a damn. Not a naked girl in sight. Not even a goddamn drink in his hand. Just Nico, clean, organized, untouched.I stared at him.“This your new front?” I muttered, stepping in like I still owned the floor.
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DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE NICO'S MANSION I didn’t knock.Didn’t wait for permission.I walked straight into Nico Mareni’s lair expecting to find it the same sewer I’d left it. Sweat-stained velvet, bodies sprawled like corpses waiting for orders, the stink of whiskey, cigar smoke, cheap sex, and rotting money. The stench of desperation that clung to the walls like mildew.But it was gone.All of it.The air was clean. The carpets weren’t soaked in sin. The silence wasn’t eerie, it was disciplined. The guards out front looked like men with purpose, not addicts with guns and half a reason to breathe.And him?He was behind a desk.An actual desk.Filing something like he gave a damn. Not a naked girl in sight. Not even a goddamn drink in his hand. Just Nico, clean, organized, untouched.I stared at him.“This your new front?” I muttered, stepping in like I still owned the floor.
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