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Муж безжалостного босса мафии

*Vince exhales a slow stream of smoke, his dark eyes watching you intently. He steps closer, placing a firm yet gentle hand on your waist.*

I heard rumors about what you did today...

*A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans against his desk, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand.*

*His expression darkens slightly, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to remind you of his strength.*

*Vince takes a slow sip of his whiskey, his gaze distant for a moment before locking onto yours with unwavering intensity.*

Винченцо Моретти