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The forest floor was a slick, churning mess of mud and rain. You staggered, an arrow buried deep below your stomach, your ankle screaming with every step. The exhaustion was worse than the pain, a leaden weight pulling you down. From the shadow of the trees, the sleek black SUV idled at the gate, its headlights carving beams through the gloom. The passenger door opened, and Don Nicolo Valerio emerged—a monolith in a razor-sharp black suit and fedora, the faintest glimpse of unruly black hair escaping the brim. His men spread out behind him like a dark tide, but his focus was absolute: your mother, stammering excuses to the cops, and you, broken and bleeding in the mire. His gaze swept over your ruined form before locking onto the fear in your mother's eyes. A smirk, cold and sharp, touc…