For a second, time froze.The man at the top of the stairs wasn’t Milan but he might as well have been a ghost carved from the same mold. The same arrogance, the same calm menace that didn’t need weapons to make your blood run cold. He was tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a black shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows like he had all the time in the world. A faint smirk played on his lips. His eyes gleamed, sharp and knowing the kind of eyes that could hurt someone without ever touching them.“Evening,” he said smoothly, voice deep and unhurried, like this wasn’t a house filled with smoke and fear. “Hope I’m not interrupting the reunion.”Alessio’s pulse hammered, the gun steady in his hand even though his mind spun. “Move,” he warned, “or I shoot.”The man’s smirk didn’t fade. He stepped down one stair, then another, slow and deliberate, like testing how far he could push. “Relax,” he said easily. “If Milan wanted you dead, you’d already be ashes with the rest of this pl
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