The heavy bass from the underground club below vibrated through the floorboards of the private office, but Sebastian barely felt it.He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of dark amber liquid in his hand, watching the city rain streak across the glass. The room was dead quiet, save for the muffled thumping of the music downstairs.He hadn't stepped foot in the estate in fourteen days.He spent the last two weeks buried in the city's shadows, bleeding his focus into shipments, territorial disputes, and cold, calculated violence. In his world, losing focus meant losing your life. Attachments were liabilities. Distractions were a death sentence.And Viola was becoming a massive distraction.The heavy oak door behind him clicked open. Mateo stepped into the dim office, his footsteps entirely silent on the expensive rug. He didn't speak immediately. He just walked over to the heavy mahogany desk and placed a sleek, black phone near the edge."The secure line," Mateo said quietly
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