After leaving the docks, Marcus dropped my brother off at a safe house with two bodyguards guarding him. Then, he came back to discuss our next steps.“We’re leaving for Sicily tomorrow. Since it’s my turf, no one will be able to hurt you there.”I nodded, feeling only anticipation.While I was packing, the mansion’s doorbell rang. The staff said Luca was outside and refusing to leave.“I’ll handle it.” Marcus grabbed his coat and went out.From the second‑floor window, I saw Luca at the gates. He had a jewelry box in his hand, hair messy and eyes red, looking completely worn out.As he spoke to Marcus, he grew agitated, even trying to rush inside before the guards stopped him.In the end, he placed the jewelry box at the gate and walked away.Marcus picked it up and came back in, tossing it onto the coffee table. “He brought this for you. Said it was his mother’s necklace. He planned to give it to you on your birthday.”I opened the box. Inside was a pearl necklace, the pearl
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