Sixty seven
The Giancarlo’s
The room still smelled of gunpowder and sweat. Failure always did.
Luca Giancarlo stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back as he stared out over the waking city. The skyline shimmered in the morning haze — sharp, beautiful, oblivious. Beneath it all, his empire simmer...
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