My Meeting with the Mafia Boss
become the key to her escape. While fleeing the threat of her past, s
of the night, opened before her like a maw ready to swallow her. The heat of adrenaline washed over him, like a wave crushing everything in its path. The pain in his r
er. She had no idea where she was going, but it didn't matter. She had to escape those who were tracking
ed buildings rose around her, their facades cracked and menacing. In the dark alleys, silhouettes loomed, furtive shadows, like pre
onger than his caution. Sofia rushed towards it, sliding inside in an almost animal movement. She slipped into the darkness of the building, desperately looking for a plac
d wood and dust. The feeling of danger was ever-present, as if the walls themselves knew that this place was not just abandoned, but belonged to something much darke
distinct noise, the echo of heavy footsteps echoing in the deserted building. Sofia froze. The noise was getting closer. The adrenaline k
ce did not last. A deep, calm voice, al
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itative, and it carried within it an obvious threat. She loo
soul. He stepped forward slowly, his face marked with a hardness and experience Sofia had never seen. His features
intense gaze, as if trying to understand who she
't seem to be in a hurry, and yet he scrutinized her with minute attention. "You know
ould feel the warmth of the notebook under her arm, like a burden she couldn't let go of. She had to
his man now. Marco DeLuca. A name that made those who dared to pronounce his name in the community tremble.
shining with a cold glow. "You're far from the first to try t
dy, every breath, like a hunter studying his prey before strikin
asn't really a question. "And you know what happens to
tion was hopeless, but she couldn't panic. She clutched the notebook to her, as if to remi
ching another corner of the room where a small wooden table sat. He placed a glass
sed, his eyes becoming more piercing. "You are not the first t
om, and now there was no longer any question of fleeing. There was no