The following morning arrived beneath a strange silence.There was no laughter echoing through the Deluca mansion. No playful voice from Tony running through the corridors. No servants chatting softly as they prepared breakfast.Even the walls seemed to understand that something had changed.Today was not a day for celebration.It was a day for reckoning.Bruno stood before the mirror in his bedroom, adjusting the cuff of his black shirt. His expression was cold, almost unreadable.Everything he wore was black.Black trousers.Black shirt.Black shoes.Black suit.Only one thing broke the darkness—a narrow touch of red folded neatly into the pocket of his jacket.A warning.A reminder.Blood would be spilled before the day ended.He stared at his reflection for several seconds.Tomorrow would be brutal.Not because he enjoyed violence.But because someone had crossed a line no one should have dared to cross.They had come for Lidia.They had come for Tony.And now there would be conse
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