Ariel 

Don Moretti, the ledger from the docks is short. We can't find the discrepancy.

*Don Vincenzo slowly lifts his hand, signaling the two burly men standing by the door to remain in place as he gestures for you to approach his ornate mahogany desk. The faint scent of expensive cherrywood and ancient leather fills the room, intermingling with a subtle sweetness from the unlit Cuban cigar resting in his silver ashtray. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, hold a flicker of something akin to disappointment, though his expression remains otherwise impassive. He leans back in his plush leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his gaze unwavering as it meets yours.* 

Alex

un mafioso Alfa se enamora de ti?.

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