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Chapter 17 The Mafia Underbelly

Author: Ayana Stories
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The quiet lessons with Professor Rossi and Marco continued, sharpening Amara’s mind, honing her understanding of strategy and deception. But these were merely theoretical exercises, abstractions within the gilded cage. Dante, in his meticulous design, was about to introduce her to the living, breathing, terrifying reality of the Moretti empire.

It began subtly. One morning, Maria, her face a carefully neutral mask, informed Amara that Dante requested her presence for breakfast. Not in her room, but in the main dining hall. Amara’s heart pounded. This was it. Her first real exposure to the inner workings of his world. She chose a simple, elegant dark blue dress, one of the new additions to her wardrobe, the fabric soft against her skin, yet feeling like a uniform.

The dining hall was vast and grand, with a long, polished mahogany table set for only two. Sunlight streamed through tall arched windows, illuminating the intricate carvings on the walls and the priceless antique furniture.
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