Eight years later.The prison gate opened with a heavy metallic sound. Alexandro De Luca stepped out for the first time after 2,920 days. The air outside felt strange in his lungs—too clean, too wide. His hair was shorter, neatly clipped, but his skin was much darker from the prison yard sun. His arms, neck, and even parts of his back were now covered in tattoos—not decorations, but records of the years he'd spent behind walls: dates, names of those who had died, and one small sentence in Italian beneath his collarbone that only he understood.More than ten black cars were already waiting outside. A neat row, engines running, guards standing beside the doors. Marco was at the front, wearing an impeccable dark suit, his face almost unchanged except for a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He opened the door of the front car."Sir," Marco greeted briefly. His voice was still the same—calm, loyal, but there was a distance that hadn't existed eight years ago.Alexandro got into the
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