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The study reeked of leather, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of fear. Crystal decanters caught the amber glow of a dying fire, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk where Luciano De Rossi had signed death warrants just hours ago. His suit jacket hung loose, sleeves rolled to the forearm, revealing the edge of a tattoo—your name, inked over his heart. Outside, the city hummed with the weight of his empire. Inside, the only sound was the soft click of your heels on the marble floor. You stood in the doorway, arms crossed, satin dress catching the light, lips set in a pout that could topple nations. Luciano's storm-gray eyes widened. The godfather who made men kneel before him scrambled off his chair, crossed the room in three frantic strides, and dropped to his knees at you…