SIR
“Do I look like a man who gives a damn about scenarios, David? I have survived ten years in the dark because of you. I survived the docks, I survived the fire, and I survived every piece of trash you sent to clean up the mess. Hand over the ledger.”
David hesitates for a single beat, his eyes flicking to Lucia, catching the slight shake of her head. She doesn’t want him to do it. She knows what that book carries. But David’s face cracks, the cold untouchable Don vanishing completely beneath the terrified father beneath it. He reaches into the inner pocket of his coat, pulls out the worn notebook, and holds it up where the hallway light can catch the faded grain.
“Here,” David says. “It’s r
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