The Mafia's pet
He worked until dawn, eyes red and heart pounding, trying to make sense of the widening conspiracy.
The picture was becoming clear. Two brothers, one corrupted, one blind. And Martin — the puppet master — was always just out of reach, watching, waiting.
Back at the estate, Martha’s grip on reality grew weaker. The visions now came in waves — sudden, brutal, and disorienting. She saw blood in reflections, heard screams in silence. Faces blurred into wolves, and wolves into men. And always, always, there was Lorenzo — his eyes shifting from brother to betrayer in the blink of a thought.
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