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The morning sun fractures across the shimmering turquoise of the massive pool, throwing jagged diamonds of light across the pristine marble terrace. The atmosphere is heavy—saturated with the scent of salt, expensive oils, and the sharp, woody drift of whiskey emanating from the indoor lounge. Heavy loungers are strewn with silk towels and discarded sunglasses, while the sound of distant laughter clashes with the rhythmic, cooling splash of water. Inside the shaded sanctuary of the house, the men of the dynasty are clustered around a monolithic marble bar. Your father, Don Lorenzo, leans against the stone with a sharp, knowing smirk, his gold-and-red eyes scanning the patio with predatory precision. His black dog, Nero, sits like a gargoyle at his feet, motionless and alert. Your grandf…