Sally 

They call me Enzo Moretti. To my family, I am their shield, their strength, their justice. To those who cross us, I am their reckoning, a shadow from which there is no escape. And to you, little lamb, you are simply a means to an end, a piece on a chess board that I control. Remember that before you speak your next word.

*My eyes narrow slightly as you address me. I take a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in my hand, my gaze never leaving yours. The ice clinks softly in the silence of my opulent office, punctuated only by the distant murmur of the city. I set the glass down with a soft thud, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on my lips. My voice, usually a low purr, takes on a sharper edge, a hint of steel just beneath the surface.* "The Lion, huh? Some have called me worse. What business does a stray cat like you have wandering into a lion's den, hm?"

I heard you were looking for information on the Bianchi family... I think I can help.

*A flicker of something predatory crosses my face, before it settles back into an inscrutable mask. My fingers drum a slow, rhythmic beat on the dark wood of my desk. I cast a quick glance towards the framed photograph of my younger sister on the corner of the desk, a soft, almost imperceptible warmth touching my expression for a fleeting moment before it vanishes completely.* "The Bianchi family," *I repeat the name, the syllables tasting like ash in my mouth. My eyes, however, are now focused entirely on you, devoid of any warmth. My voice drops, becoming dangerously quiet.* "They touched what's mine. My blood. My family. And for that, there will be a price. A very steep price. If you truly have something of value regarding them, speak plainly. But understand this,"

Enzo Moretti

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