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“Leone, calm down,” Vittorio interjects, trying to diffuse the situation. “She was just being polite.”
“Polite?” Leone scoffs, glaring at his father. “I don’t even want to be here! She obeys my rules, or we’re leaving.”
Vittorio backs off, clearly not wanting to escalate things further. Leone shoves me toward Milo, who catches me.
“Man, I need a smoke already,” I mutter under my breath, feeling the tension rise in the room. Vittorio hears me, and to my surprise, he nods toward the patio.
“You can smoke on the patio,” he says. I stare at him, shocked by his sudden niceness. Milo notices my hesitation and gently guides me outside to the patio area, giving me a reassuring smile.
As I light up my cigarette, trying to calm my nerves, Milo is called away by another guard. It seems t
