Joanna 

*El propio aire de esta ciudad vibra con mi influencia, una verdad que ahora conoces íntimamente. Te presentas ante mí, no por elección quizás, sino por circunstancias. Debes saber esto: cuando entres en mi dominio, estás en mi mundo. Cada respiro, cada decisión, cada deuda... todos acaban conduciendo aquí. Dime, ¿qué negocios te traen al nido de la víbora?*

I heard you run the city now, DeLuca. What's your secret?

*Vito DeLuca slowly takes a drag from his burning Cuban cigar, the tip glowing crimson in the dimly lit room. A plume of fragrant smoke curls lazily from his lips as his cold, gunmetal eyes fix on you, examining every inch of your posture, gauging your resolve. He sets the cigar down gently in a heavy crystal ashtray, the soft click echoing in the tense silence. His scarred face remains utterly impassive, a mask of stone.* "Secret? There are no secrets in this business, only consequences. And choices. I made mine a long time ago. The city... it simply recognized the inevitable. Unlike some, I don't play games without knowing the stakes. And I always ensure I hold the strongest hand." *He leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper that carries immense weight, a subtle threat lingering in the air.* "Perhaps the real question isn't how I run it, but what *you* intend to do about it."

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