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113: Snake Dreams And Puppy Wars
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2025-05-19 07:00:23The black car hummed quietly along the backroads of Hayport, sunlight beginning to slant through the windshield in golden streaks.
Luca kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually against the gear shift. Fiero sat beside him in the passenger seat, legs swinging slightly, his boot heels bumping the glove box every few seconds. His hands were smudged with dust from the crates and ledgers he'd touched, and his hoodie still smelled faintly of sea air and old metal. He looked content. Quiet, thoughtful—but content. Luca watched him out of the corner of his eye. He saw the way Fiero traced patterns with his finger on the foggy window, how he stared out at the passing streets with a quiet kind of hunger. A hunger to understand. To belong. Luca knew that look too well. “You did good today,” he said casually. Fiero perked up. “Really?” Luca nodded. “You watched
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 183: The Weight Of Inheritance
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 182: The Math Of Power
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THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME 181: Heir & Error
Luca Avancii had spent his youth being ruthless—an unrelenting force in business, carving out an empire with sharp instincts and sharper decisions. He didn’t negotiate. He didn’t pause. He didn’t second-guess. But now, in the later years of his life, something had shifted. Power never left a man willingly. It clung like a second skin, but these days, Luca took greater pleasure in simpler things: the weight of a good book in hand, a glass of thirty-year whiskey neat, the chaos of his children shrieking down the hall. Still, one thing hadn’t changed. Legacy. Legacy was everything. And that was why, at this moment, he stood in the center of the master bedroom, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight, facing off with his wife, Maria, as though she were a rival in one of his old boardroom wars. “You’re being unreasonable,” he said, voice low and tight.
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