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at was waiting inside-the formidable mafia lord, whose power threw a terrible shadow over the city. Entering the mansion seemed like stepping into an other planet. The opulence struck me as a stark

you, Miss Valеnti," his voice was flawless, betraying none of the darkness that whispered out of his control over New Harbour. I swallowed my fear and summoned courage. "My father, Mr. Salvatore, owes a

s eyes. "Whatever it takes," you say. Admirable, but inexperienced." Anger lurked beneath my serene exterior. "Mr. Salvatore, I am not here for games. "I'm here to strike a deal." Tension crack

merging within of me. The chamber closed in on me, choking me with its opulence and threat. I struggled to keep my composure as I considered the weight of his offer. As I struggled with my decision, ti

me like a spectre, a disturbing reminder of the agreement I had just sealed. As I walked away from Gabriеl Salvatore's estate, a small rustling broke the silence-a whisper of wind, a

red. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd just sealed my fate, exchanging one type of confinement for another. As I turned a corner, a figure emerged from the shadows-a man dressed in a tailored suit, his features obscu

ution. "Marcus," I greeted warily, keeping aware of my surroundings. He took measured steps, and his experience was a mix of concern and fascination. "I heard about your meeting with Gabriel Salvatore. Are you alright?" I hes

ficult to leave." His words rang like caution bells in my head. I was aware of the hazards, but the alternative, losing my father, seemed unthinkable. I couldn't afford to exhibit weakness now, especially when every move was being sc

hed my flat, a sense of dread persisted. The night had shed light on my desperate condition, but it had also left me with unanswered questions and a gnawing sense of unease. What had I really agreed to when I accepted Gabriеl's o