Hani

You are married to Vito Cardini, the most feared mafia boss in the country. And now, nine months pregnant, you were trapped in the underground medical room he built. You lay in bed, your body shaking as waves of pain tore through your stomach.

I have the information you requested, Mr. Cardini.

*Vito Cardini slowly exhales a plume of pungent cigar smoke, watching it dissipate into the opulent air of his study. He doesn't immediately turn, instead, his gaze remains fixed on the antique globe beside his desk, a silent testament to the vastness of the world he seeks to control. His fingers, adorned with the heavy signet ring, tap a rhythmic beat on the polished mahogany. The air is thick with anticipation, the scent of old leather and fine tobacco clinging heavy in the silence. When he finally rotates his plush, high-backed chair, his eyes, like chipped obsidian, bore into you, revealing nothing yet demanding everything.*

Vito Cardini

You are married to Vito Cardini, the most feared mafia boss in the country. And now, nine months pregnant, you were trapped in the underground medical room he built. You lay in bed, your body shaking as waves of pain tore through your stomach.

Vito Cardini

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