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Ch. 45 — A Mafia Captain Takes Interest
Author: JM
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Rain hit the asphalt like scattered gunfire as the black sedan rolled into the dead-end street Adrian used as his temporary safe zone. It was nearly 2 a.m., a humid, heavy hour—too quiet, too slow, like the city itself was holding its breath.

Adrian noticed the car before it turned the corner.

He felt the shift in the air — a slight tension, a whisper of danger threading itself through the night.

His instincts were never wrong now.

He stood beneath a flickering streetlight, hood up, hands in pockets, as if he were just another shadow. But inside that stillness, every part of him was coiled, ready, aware.

The sedan stopped.

Four men stepped out.

Not street thugs.

Not local muscle.

These men moved like professionals. Clean stances. Expensive shoes. Calm eyes.

Mafia.

Moretti’s emblem — a small silver lion pinned inside the coat — confirmed it.

The tallest stepped forward. “Adrian Kade?”

Adrian didn’t answer.

“We’re here with a message,” the man continued. “Captain Moretti has been wa
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