The silence in Antonio’s office was a dense, suffocating thing. The clock ticked, the city hummed below, but inside, time seemed to freeze.Jason stood near the far wall, his hands in his pockets, posture deceptively casual. But there was a gleam in his eyes... a challenge."You lost the bet, Dad," he repeated, voice calm but firm. "Time to own up. Do what you said you were going to do."Antonio’s jaw clenched. His eyes, already dark, burned with fury as they snapped. "I’m not owning up to no damn bet," he growled. "You hear me? I’m not doing anything. I’ve been humiliated enough!"Jason laughed.It was a dangerous sound, edged with mockery and disbelief. "There it is," he said, shaking his head slowly. "That’s the real Antonio Rossi. Always making deals, always setting rules, but never playing by them."With a snarl, Antonio grabbed the silver letter opener on his desk and flung it at his son. It sliced through the air, grazing Jason’s jaw before clattering to the floor with a metall
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