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She looked every bit the smart and professional woman that she was. She would only occasionally touch her abdomen, her eyes gleaming with a motherly pride. The tension was razor sharp on the negotiation table. The Don of the Cecilia family was Valentino Cecilia. According to the rumors, he was even more ruthless and bloodthirsty than Lorenzo. He was a master of more than half of Oropa's weapons shipping routes, a true king of the sea lanes. Lorenzo brought with him his best interpreter, who failed at the worst possible moment.

"Don Vieri, I was wrong! We'll never touch East Pier again! Please, let me go..." Leone let out a cold laugh, his voice like ice. "You really think that measly business compares to my wife?" The scar-faced man knew there was no way out. Pain twisted his face, but there was a strange, bitter mockery in his eyes as he spat the words out. "Your wife? Leone, who are you trying to fool? Back then, we kidnapped your mistress and her. You believed Anna planned the kidnapping based solely on my one-sided story, and even crippled one of her hands. We saw it with our own eyes!

By thirteen, he had undergone his family's initiation — learning to negotiate, to kill, to shift the tide of an empire with a single unseen deal. Now, the old Don was gone. Eric had taken the Bellini signet ring from the altar himself — claiming his place as the new Don, and with it, the weight of an empire. Fear and power once again bore the name Bellini. But Nancy… She was the only one who could shake his composure. He'd first seen her at a DeLuca casino anniversary. She wore dark green silk that night — her eyes bright, her smile a mask. The way she stood, the way she sparred in conversation with a senior councilman — sharp, self-possessed, utterly unafraid — it had stayed with him.

The window faced north, so it never got any sun. When Antonio came to visit, he stood at the doorway for a long time, stunned. "Don Moretti, this place—" "Don't call me that again," Lorenzo cut him off, his voice unnaturally calm. "I'm not one anymore." Antonio opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, he swallowed his words. He put down the food and supplies he had brought, then hesitated for a moment before pulling a photo from his pocket. "We took this during our previous investigation," Antonio said. "Ms. Bianchi… She looked well."

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