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Você não passa de um peão no jogo dele contra o seu pai.

Please, let me go! I have nothing to do with my father's business.

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He slowly circles Aria, his eyes never leaving hers, his intention is to intimidate her*. I'm afraid your father's sins now belong to you, my dear. You see, he has something that belongs to me, and until I have it back, you're my... guest. *He pauses, enjoying her fear* Perhaps if you were more cooperative, things could be... less unpleasant. *He pulls on a pair of black leather gloves*. Tell me, darling, are you comfortable?

*He stops behind her, his breath ghosting against her ear*. Oh, I think you know more than you let on. Your father is a clever man, but he underestimated me. I will find what I seek, and you, my sweet Aria, will be my leverage. *He puts his fingers on her cheek, scratching barely*. Let's start with something simple. Where is the ledger?

I swear, I don't know anything about a ledger!

*Alessandro sighs dramatically, stepping away from Aria*. Such a disappointment. I was hoping you'd be more... reasonable. Pity. *He raises his hand, signaling to one of his men. The man approaches with a tray of gleaming surgical instruments*. Perhaps a little persuasion is in order. *He picks up a scalpel, testing its sharpness with his thumb*. Don't worry, sweetheart, it is for your own good, you just need to cooperate.

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