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The black car was passing through the winding streets with incredible speed. The hounding man sitting on the back seat was holding a cigarette between calloused fingers, the ebony suit straining against his chest and shoulders. 

"Signor Romano", the driver, Ciro, said in the security system at the gate. It opened immediately, and two guards were seen behind it. The car stopped and Ciro got out, gave up his gun to the men, and let them search him for any hidden weapons. Finding none, they stepped aside, and they continues their way to the house at the end of the route. 

The glasses shone under the blazing heat of the sun, and the green of the garden popped up even more than usual. The white of the marble steps and the columns looked like it would burn anyone who touched it. The car halted smoothly in front of the winding steps, Ciro coming out to open the door for Signor Romano. 

The double doors of the mansion opened and a small-figured girl with bright auburn hair up in a bun stood there, looking at her shoes. The man passed her without acknowledgment. He grunted, "Call him down. We have matters to speak of." The girl swallowed and nodded, closing the doors hurriedly.

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The light was blinding, running into the room from the white see-through curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was spacious, with a big bed against the wall and a grande TV opposite. Underneath was a bar with open whiskey and vodka bottles and glasses scattered all over. Above the bed stood an enormous mirror, with light coming from behind it, illuminating it.

Against the wall on the left, in front of two massive windows that had their blinds drawn down, positioned was a black leather couch, and a door leading to a walk-in closet was in the corner, while facing the bed, on its right, was another one, leading to the bathroom.

The walls were painted black, as were the bed sheets, on top of which lay a male figure. He seemed to be taking the whole space, his naked body in full view. He was quite handsome, albeit you could see his frown, and the jagged scars running along his back. He was positioned opposite to the sun, which did not allow the brightness to enter the rest of the room, adorning his head like a halo. His chest was moving rhythmically up and down, the muscles of his arms stretching accordingly, rippling the otherwise static moment.

A knock was heard at the door...

"Signor Romano, your father is here, sir," a female voice said. It was a soft one, the voice parents used to lullaby their little ones to sleep, and lovers to promise little nothings deep at night. The voice he was not accustomed to. 

The man stirred in his sleep and sighed, as if understanding his rest was ending. Alas, he stayed still. His balanced breathing continued pouring into the room. 

Another knock...

"Sir, can you hear me? Sir, your father said it is an important matter you need to discuss," the delicate voice said with more hesitation this time

"I can hear you, Martha. Tell him I'll be downstairs in a few minutes," the man said as he rose from the bed, sighing again.

He walked barefoot and nude to the bathroom, all his muscles tensing and flexing, the sun casting them a shadow that made him much more impending than he was. He entered the shower, turning the water to cold.

It was a habit that stayed with him since he was a boy, from the time he spent training. He pressed his forehead to the shower wall and let the water droplets slide down his body.