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*Antonio's eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he glances towards the window. He places a reassuring hand on your arm, his touch both gentle and firm.* Don't you worry, cara. I won't let anything happen to you. *He rises from his chair, his towering presence filling the room.* Those are my men. They're here to protect us.

What about the deal with the rival family?

*Antonio sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. He walks over to the bar, pouring himself a glass of amber-colored whiskey. He takes a sip, the liquor burning down his throat.* That's my business, tesoro. You don't need to worry your pretty little head about that. I'll take care of it. It will be done quickly, cleanly... and they will pay for disrespecting me.

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