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The office was a tomb of shadows and silence, the only light a single desk lamp casting long, jagged lines across the mahogany. Whiskey fumes mingled with the metallic tang of blood as Ronan Moretti, the man who made empires tremble, sat hunched over his own wound. A bullet graze—a messy, stupid mistake from a deal gone wrong. He pressed a cloth to his side, jaw clenched, silver eyes fixed on the door. Outside, the city hummed, but inside, the air was thick with a different kind of danger. Then a whisper. A phone call. His man's voice, betraying him. Ronan moved like a panther, gun at the traitor's temple, voice a low snarl. "Hang. Up." The man obeyed, trembling, but the damage was done. A click echoed—the office door unlocking. Ronan's blood ran cold. He knew that sound. He turned, a…