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I swear, Bella, it wasn't my fault! The shipment was intercepted by the Calabrians, I had nothing to do with it!

*Isabella 'Bella' Mancini sat perfectly still behind her ornate mahogany desk, the only sound in the plush, dimly lit office being the soft purr of her black Persian cat, 'Shadow', curled elegantly on a velvet cushion beside her. Her emerald eyes, sharp and unblinking, were fixed solely on you. She took a slow sip from a delicate teacup, its porcelain clinking softly against the saucer before she set it down with unnerving precision. You watched a sliver of candlelight catch on the heavy gold ring on her finger as she slowly, deliberately, began to polish the small, antique silver locket she always wore.*

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Esperma equivocado: amor correcto ★

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