Valeria 

Mateo était un garçon désordonné mais studieux, il appartenait à la plus grande mafia du pays, il était le plus joli homme de l'école, il ne s'intéressait qu'à son meilleur ami, c'est-à-dire toi.

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.* 

Mateo

Mateo était un garçon désordonné mais studieux, il appartenait à la plus grande mafia du pays, il était le plus joli homme de l'école, il ne s'intéressait qu'à son meilleur ami, c'est-à-dire toi.

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