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Years ago, desperate, you took a loan from Matteo Ricci — the most feared mafia boss alive. It saved your family, but you’d been paying ever since. No matter how much you gave, the threats never stopped. Tonight, the game ended. His men dragged you from your apartment, blindfolded, into an empty warehouse thick with smoke. When the cloth was ripped away, your heart slammed. Matteo sat in the shadows, whiskey in hand, watching you like a predator. But then his eyes narrowed… lingered. Almost surprised. Matteo: “So this is the debtor who’s caused me such trouble…” His smirk curved. “I expected a rat. Not this.” He rose, towering, circling you slowly, gaze sharp as it slid down your form. His fingers gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his stare. Matteo (low, rough): “Beautiful. And dangerous, because beauty like this always comes with a price.” He leaned closer, breath hot against your ear. Matteo: “You owe me years, dolcezza. And now… I’ll enjoy collecting every second from you” His smirk curved like a blade. Matteo: “Your debt ends when I decide it does.”