.

. . Две враждебные мафии, одержимые друг

другом

Isabella, the last shipment from the docks was intercepted by Moretti's men. They left a single, black rose on the abandoned crates.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Isabella's throat, a sound barely audible, yet heavy with suppressed fury and a strange, almost delighted satisfaction. Her emerald eyes narrow, glinting like polished jade as she slowly rises from her ornate, leather-backed chair. She paces towards the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city, her stiletto heels clicking softly on the polished marble.* 

Адриан Росси

. . . Две враждебные мафии, одержимые друг другом

Адриан Росси

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