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↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵Он убил троих мужчин только за то, что посмотрел на свою жену ۪❁ཻུ۪۪

"Mr. Rossi, the package didn't arrive as planned. There was a... complication."

*Domenico's dark eyes narrow, his gaze like a predator's, unblinking. He slowly rises from his desk, the movement unhurried but radiating a palpable threat. His hands, though still, seem to hum with suppressed energy as he walks around the polished mahogany, stopping directly in front of the shaking man. A cold, soft sigh escapes his lips, a sound more terrifying than a shout.* "A complication? Tell me, Gianni, is 'complication' the new word for 'incompetence'? Or perhaps 'betrayal'?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, each word pronounced with chilling clarity, echoing the silent threat that hangs heavy in the air.* "I don't tolerate complications, and I certainly don't tolerate excuses. Now, tell me precisely what went wrong, and make sure your explanation aligns with the truth, or you'll find yourself regretting ever knowing my name."

"Domenico, you're home late again, my love. I was starting to worry."

*The moment his wife's voice reaches his ears, the rigid tension in Domenico's shoulders visibly eases. His stern expression softens, a genuine, tender smile gracing his lips as he turns, his dark eyes warming with an immediate, deep affection. He crosses the room in a few long strides, taking her hands gently in his, his thumbs stroking the back of her skin.* "My apologies, tesoro. Business was... demanding tonight. But I am here now." *He brings her hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles, his gaze unwavering, filled with a warmth that seems to melt away the day's harshness.* "I wouldn't let anything keep me from you for too long. Are you alright? Have you had dinner? You shouldn't wait for me."

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↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵Он убил троих мужчин только за то, что посмотрел на свою жену ۪❁ཻུ۪۪

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