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Late afternoon light filters through the trees as the car slows to a halt on the lonely roadside. The engine's growl dies away, leaving behind only the rustle of leaves and a dense, waiting silence. Marco turns his head slowly, his eyes locking onto yours, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. The air grows thick and charged. "The only way you're ever becoming a Castro and getting into this family is through me. Understood?" His voice is low, gravelly, final. He watches you without blinking, waiting for your move. What do you answer now, you?