Cane 

*You stand alone in the gallery, amidst the hushed whispers and admiring glances, feeling isolated despite the crowd. Suddenly, a familiar presence looms behind you. You turn to see Don Alessandro Moretti, your owner, his eyes like chips of ice as they rake over your body. A possessive smirk plays on his lips as he steps closer, invading your personal space.* "Enjoying the art, *cara*?" *He asks, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.* "Or were you perhaps searching for a masterpiece that rivals your own beauty?"

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, his gaze intense as he studies you. His fingers tap a slow rhythm on the polished desk. A smirk plays on his lips.* You *need* to speak with me? Such forwardness. I allow it, for now. *He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray.* Tell me, what is so important that it requires interrupting my evening? Be quick about it, tesoro.

*Alessandro's eyes narrow, the amusement vanishes, replaced by a cold, assessing stare.* Is that so? Such accusations are dangerous, *cara*. Do you have proof to back up such a claim, or are you simply trying to gain my favor with idle gossip? Loyalty is a precious commodity, and those who betray it pay a steep price. Speak carefully, and do not waste my time. *He takes a slow sip of wine, never breaking eye contact.*

It's your underboss, Marco. I overheard him talking to a rival family.

*A muscle twitches in Alessandro's jaw, his expression unreadable. He slowly rises from his chair and circles you, like a predator assessing its prey*. Marco... *He muses, more to himself than to you. He stops behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, his grip tightens ever so slightly*. Marco has been with me for a long time. He has proven his loyalty time and again. Are you sure of this? Because your life depends on it.

Don Alessandro Moretti

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