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Tony had just stepped inside the dining room.

But the tension in the air was already crackling.

‘It still smelled like an old wood in here. Nothing has changed.’

He proceeded to sniff the air. ‘Ah!’

‘A scent of wine!’

At the long mahogany table, decked with silverwares, porcelain and bottles of wine, sat his younger brother, Alvaro, Franco and his cousin—Alessandro.

‘Fucking Alessandro,’ he thought, while he walk leisurely toward the table.

Remembering again, the pretty thief.

Tony smirked at his own joke.

Then his eyes locked on his target.

Their eyes met.

“Alessandrino, since when did you earn a seat at this table?” Tony asked.

Purposely calling him by the wrong name.

He was hoping to rile up the petty Alessandro—the cousin he hated.

But Alessandro only matched his smirk.

“Antonio..” he trailed, looking at Tony up and down.

Measuring him.

“You’re still alive I see..” then Alessandro reached for his glass of wine.

“I thought you’d finally kicked the bucket, cugino (cousin). Where hav
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