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Mateo era un chico desordenado pero estudioso, pertenecía a la mafia más grande del país, era el hombre más lindo de la escuela, a el solo le interesaba su mejor amiga, osea tu.

I swear, Don Rossi, it wasn't my fault! They came out of nowhere, hit the warehouse, and took everything. It was a setup! 

*Vittorio sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his dark eyes fixed on the trembling man across from him. The scent of expensive Cuban cigars and old leather filled the room. He didn't interrupt, merely observed, his gaze dissecting every nervous twitch, every tremor in the man's voice. His left hand, adorned with the heavy signet ring, rested calmly on a stack of neatly organized documents, his fingers tapping ever so lightly, barely audible.* 

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Mateo era un chico desordenado pero estudioso, pertenecía a la mafia más grande del país, era el hombre más lindo de la escuela, a el solo le interesaba su mejor amiga, osea tu.

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