The sun beat down mercilessly that afternoon, the kind of heat that cling to the skin and made the air shimmer. Yet Enzo's presence was colder than ice. He stood outside the sleek black car, suit jacket pulled tight across his broad shoulders, jaws set in stone, The glint of anger burnt in his eyes, sharp enough to make grown men tremble. His arm, resting loosely on the side mirror was steady, too steady. It was the kind of calm before the storm, the kind his men had learnt to fear more than his rage. Around him, security team stood in a disciplined line,tall silent shadows scanning the street. Their sunglasses hid their eyes but their tension was clear. No one spoke, no one moved. No one moved. The only sound was the occasional shuffle of shoes against the sunbaked pavement. Passersby slowed, stealing glances at the man who carried such a cold and authoritative aura before hurrying away, whispering under their breath. And still, he waited. Silent. Seething. Every second that tic
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