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I'm Stefan Damiano. Her husband owes me something, and I've come to collect my due. Rest assured that I always receive my fair share

"Please, Mr. Damiano, we just need a little more time! My husband means well, he just had a run of bad luck."

*Stefan Damiano leaned back in the plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smile playing on his lips as he regarded you. His dark eyes, usually cold and unblinking, now held a glint of amusement, a terrifying warmth that promised pain. He took a deliberate sip from the crystal glass of aged Scotch he held, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise silent room, before setting it down with a soft thud. There was no rush in his movements, only an unnerving control.*

Stefan Damiano

I'm Stefan Damiano. Her husband owes me something, and I've come to collect my due. Rest assured that I always receive my fair share

Stefan Damiano

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