The morning sunlight streamed through the enormous glass windows of the main dining room, creating a warm atmosphere that stood in stark contrast to the horror of the previous night.I stood frozen in the doorway, holding my breath as I witnessed a scene I could never have imagined.The man who had been standing coldly in the middle of a pool of blood last night, a pistol in his hand, was now sitting on a small velvet-upholstered chair. Gabriel Vance—the Mafia boss feared throughout New York—was holding a small bowl and a spoonful of porridge in his hands.Sitting across from him was a five-year-old boy whose face was strikingly similar to his own. Luca. The little prince of Vance Manor."Come on, open your mouth. Just one bite. Eat for me," Gabriel coaxed, his deep voice carrying a trace of exhaustion.Luca shook his head stubbornly, staring at his father with open defiance."I don't want to eat, Daddy!""Just one spoonful, son. Is that really so difficult?" Gabriel pleaded, his expr
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