The gun at my back reminded me where I was, even if I pretended to be calm. One of Alejandro's men had just searched me for weapons and already called ahead. I was clean. They said I could go in.The hallway I walked through was wide, with high ceilings and glass walls that let the sun pour in. There were strange sculptures—twisted metal, abstract figures, and tall wooden masks. The house was modern, clean, and cold. But there was something else. Alejandro was clearly a lover of art, just like Luca.They led me to a large open room. Black floors. White furniture. Everything looked expensive. Then he walked in.Alejandro.He looked middle-aged, like Luca, though maybe younger. He had that same dangerous calm. That same quiet command. Maybe it was an Italian Mafia thing. His black shirt was tucked into his trousers, sleeves rolled just above his elbows. His accent, thick. His voice, deep."What brings you here, doll?" he asked, calmly.I made to speak but then he interrupted.“Doll,
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