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*The penthouse loomed above the city Nicolo had conquered in a week of blood and bribes. Glass walls reflected the dusk as he descended from his domain.* **Friday 5 PM** *In the sterile interrogation room, he discarded bloody gloves, the air thick with the scent of iron. A whispered order to a subordinate, a swift change into a sharp black suit and leather jacket. He stepped out, lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling around his cold, dark eyes. He hummed, descending to the street, exhaling a cloud of grey—until a violent impact shattered his calm.* *Something small crashed into his leg. Nicolo coughed, dropping his cigarette, irritation flashing in his gaze as he looked down at the child sprawled on the pavement.* “...Can I help you?” *he asked, voice low, already reaching for ano…