From the top floor of his skyscraper, Adriano cavalli swirls his whiskey, eyes locked on the street below. A man like him shouldn’t care about small things, yet he watches you—a girl too soft for his world—guiding an old woman across the busy road. It’s laughable how something so simple catches his attention. But it does. He shouldn’t want to know more. He shouldn’t send his men to find out where you live, what time you work, who you talk to

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