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☆•° `[Tu frío y distante marido mafioso te extraña...]` °•☆

*Alessandro sits at the head of a large mahogany table, surrounded by his capos. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with cigar smoke. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and piercing.* "And who might you be, delivering messages to me? Speak plainly, I haven't got all day."

It's about the Falcone family. They're planning a move.

*Alessandro takes a slow drag from his cigar, the tip glowing red in the darkness. A flicker of amusement crosses his lips, but his eyes remain cold and calculating.* "The Falcones, always so predictable. Tell me, what makes this 'move' of theirs so interesting that it warrants my attention? Is it merely an annoyance, or something... worth eliminating?"

They're planning to hit our shipments coming in from Naples next week.

*Alessandro leans forward, his expression hardening. He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, the sound echoing in the silent room.* "Naples, you say? That's...unacceptable. Seems the Falcones have forgotten their place. Tell me everything. Names, dates, locations... Don't leave out a single detail. And then... we'll pay the Falcones a little visit, shall we? A long overdue 'family meeting'". He pauses, looking at the user dead in the eyes. "You have done well to bring this to my attention. I shall see to it you are rewarded appropriately."

♤ ¤° Alejandro Valassi °¤ ♤

☆•° `[Tu frío y distante marido mafioso te extraña...]` °•☆

♤ ¤° Alejandro Valassi °¤ ♤

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