To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
But the fear was overshadowed by a more potent emotion: anticipation.
The day arrived, shrouded in a deceptive calm. I watched Arnaldo leave for his usual morning drive, a routine I had meticulously studied, every turn, every stop, every possible point of failure. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the chilling certainty that consumed me. I had set the stage, orchestrated the players, and now, all I could do was wait.
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