The gates of the Deluca estate stood tall and unyielding, iron bars gleaming beneath the late afternoon sun. Armed guards lined both sides, their eyes sharp, fingers never far from their weapons. The city beyond was still bruised from the night before—burned streets, shattered glass, whispered fear.A black armored sedan rolled toward the gate and slowed.“Open it,” the guard commanded into his radio.The gates parted slowly.Inside the car, Gennado Deluca sat upright, hands folded over his cane, his silver hair combed back neatly, his sharp eyes betraying nothing of his age. He had survived wars, betrayals, and generations of bloodshed. Yet something in his chest felt unsettled today.The war had crossed a line.And Bruno—his son—was standing too close to the fire.As the car came to a stop just outside the main entrance, raised voices cut through the controlled silence.Gennado frowned.At the side of the gate stood a woman, her posture rigid with fury, her hands clenched around a w
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