**Elena’s POV**The question still hung in the air, cold and heavy. *Did you kill him?* My father’s mouth opened, and I watched his lips, desperately waiting for the truth to finally come out. But before a single word could escape, the heavy living room doors burst open, and one of his security men rushed in, breathing hard, sweat beading on his forehead, holding a tablet tightly in his hand."Boss," the man panted, trying to catch his breath. "We have the information you requested about the shootout at the Lorusso estate."Armando sank back into his leather chair. The look of vulnerability I thought I saw earlier vanished in an instant. It was replaced by the cold, hard steel of a Don. He looked like a man who was back in control."Speak," he commanded, his voice flat."It was Stefano Bernardo," the man said, holding up the tablet. "He entered the compound alone, wiped out Raffaele and every single one of his men yesterday. The police are there now. The place is a graveyard."My fath
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