AXEL POVMarcus stayed on his knees for a long time. The freezing rain kept falling, mixing with the tears on his face, but he didn't seem to notice. The terrifying, untouchable crime lord who had been pulling the strings from the shadows was gone. In his place was just a broken man, completely spent.I kept my arms around him, holding him tight. It was a strange, overwhelming feeling. For years, I had felt completely isolated, carrying the heavy burden of the Moretti bloodline all by myself. Now, looking at Marcus, I realized I was holding the only person in the world who could truly understand the deep trauma of growing up under Carlo Moretti's roof."How did you survive, Marcus?" I asked softly, my voice barely louder than the waves lapping against the wooden pier. "Everyone thought you died in the crossfire twenty-five years ago."He took a ragged, trembling breath, trying to compose himself. He slowly sat back on his heels, wiping his damp face with the slee
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