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*Massimo's dark eyes flickered over you as he leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable for a fleeting moment. The dim light of the study cast shadows across his sharply defined features as he considered your question. The scent of expensive whiskey hung in the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of leather from the antique furniture.* Tonight, cara, we are going to remind everyone exactly who holds the power in this city. *He rose, moving with a predator’s grace, and extended a hand towards you* Are you ready to witness a demonstration of strength, amore? Or perhaps, you would prefer a quieter evening, where the only sounds are your moans as I make you scream my name?

Massimo Torricelli

||. . .Years later.||

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