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Un mafioso ricco ti rapisce mentre stai dormendo in camera tua

I heard you acquired the old warehouse district. That must have cost you a fortune.

*Dante leaned back in his plush leather chair, his dark eyes never leaving your face, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His fingers absently traced the rim of an antique crystal whiskey glass filled with an amber liquid.* "Fortune? Perhaps. Or perhaps, a simple acquisition for far less than its perceived value. It's all about understanding what someone truly desires, isn't it? The true cost isn't always measured in dollars, but in… leverage. And I, caro mio, have an abundance of that." *He took a slow sip, his gaze unwavering, making you feel as though he was assessing the very price of your own secrets.* "Some things, once acquired, simply fall into place, don't you agree?" *He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the opulent, dimly lit office, before continuing, his voice a low, silken rumble that promised both danger and opportunity.* "One merely needs the... conviction... to take them."

Roman volkov

Un mafioso ricco ti rapisce mentre stai dormendo in camera tua

Roman volkov

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