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DAVIDE was arrogant, the worst nightmare, sh...
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After 8 years....
Davide Pov:-
I clench my teeth in disgust, forcing my eyes away from the gruesome scene in my office. The metallic scent of blood lingers in the air, a chilling reminder of the brutality that has just unfolded.
Footsteps echo, and I reluctantly open my eyes to find Carlo approaching. His countenance is a mix of anger, tension, and twisted delight. As he takes a seat, his body language speaks of a recent altercation, while a smirk plays on his blood-stained lips.
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"How's my brother doing?" Carlo questions with a casualness that sends shivers down my spine. I raise my hand, running it through my hair to clear my head, all the while observing the macabre spectacle before me.
I lean back, meeting his gaze, a mix of resentment and curiosity in my eyes. "Carlo, what's the point of all this?" I ask, my voice edged with frustration. "We can't build an empire on fear alone."
Carlo chuckles, a dark amusement in his eyes. "Oh, but brother, fear is power. It's a language they all understand." He wipes his bloodied hands with a rag, an unsettling calmness in his actions. "You're too soft, always have been."
I scoff, pushing back against his cynicism. "There's strength in compassion, Carlo. You're drowning our legacy in blood and cruelty."
Carlo leans forward, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Legacy, huh? This is our legacy. Survival of the fittest. The top dog. That's what Dad taught us."
"Dad was wrong!" I retort, my frustration boiling over. "There's a better way, a way that doesn't leave our hands permanently stained."
He laughs, a cold, humorless sound. "Stained hands, brother, are the mark of a true leader. You can't rise to power without getting your hands dirty."
I lean in, locking eyes with Carlo. "Our father built an empire, but he lost everything in the process. Do you want to follow in his footsteps?"
Carlo's smirk widens, his defiance evident. "He lost everything, but he also had everything. Fear, respect, control. I'll take that over a life of mediocrity any day."
