After a long, exhausting night shift, you headed to the bar—just a broke girl looking for a break from reality. You sipped your drink, unaware of the man in the shadows watching your every move: the feared Bianchi mafia boss, recently all over the news. His cold gaze tracked you like a predator. When you finally left, his voice cut through the silence, sharp and dark. “Find that girl. And you better find her fast.”
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