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That night in Dante’s wing, the sound of glass shattering against marble was heard. “Bastardo!” he roared, throwing the empty whiskey bottle against the wall. It burst into pieces, spilling what was left of the liquor. His chest was rising fast, his jaw tight, his eyes bloodshot. He had been drinking since the meeting ended. Every sip burned, but not more than what he felt inside. His cousin. His own blood. Luca. The thought of that man’s name made his hands shake. He had trusted him… maybe not with his heart, but with his family. And all this time, Luca had been plotting. Not just sleeping with Bianca, not just killing his own unborn child but setting him up like a fool to raise a child that wasn’t even his. Luca’s son. The heir of the Moretti family. Dante let out a bitter laugh and dragged a hand down his face. “He wanted me dead,” he muttered, his voice hoarse

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The next morning in Vittorio’s study the smell of cigars and old books lingered in the air. Vittorio Moretti sat behind his desk, his sharp eyes fixed on Dante, who stood across from him. Signor Belini stood to the side with a worn leather book open in his hand. Dante had barely slept. He’d waited for the right time to speak, and when the Don finally sat down for his morning meeting, he didn’t hesitate. “Sit,” Vittorio said flatly, not looking up. Dante did. “I hope you’re not here to speak about the past days incident,” Vittorio said after a pause. “That day has wasted enough of my breath.” “No, Padre,” Dante replied. “I came to speak of what comes after.” That made Vittorio look up. “After?” “Yes.” Dante leaned forward, hands clasped. “Our family name has been dragged through the mud — by Luca and Bianca. The Riccis are humiliated, and everyone in our circle has

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