The soft light of the desk lamp enveloped the room, drawing bizarre shadows on the walls of the luxurious mansion. Charles "Lucky" Luciano, the king of the underworld, sat at a massive mahogany desk, absently fingering a rosary. His gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, was now softened by fatigue. The life of a mafia boss is an eternal dance on a knife's edge, a game in which everything is at stake. And in this game, in this complex web of power and betrayal, there was her— (Your name), his wif
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