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Allesio’s POV
The day started like any other, but I had a strange feeling in my gut—one that had nothing to do with the usual syndicate tension and everything to do with Rosa. She’d told me we had plans, but she hadn’t been specific. That alone should have been a warning. With Rosa, surprises were rarely casual.
When she appeared in the doorway, wearing a tailored navy suit that managed to look both lethal and elegant, I knew whatever was coming wasn’t small.
“You clean up well,” I said, giving her a slow once-over.
She smirked, fixing one of her earrings. “You’re not so bad yourself. You ready?”
“For what?” I asked, slipping my jacket on.
Her smirk deepened, and she walked past me, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air. “You’ll see.”
She led me outside, where he
