Chapter 101

• The dim glow of the ornate chandelier cast long shadows across the room as Lorenzo Bianci leaned back in his leather chair, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. The faint sound of classical music played in the background, its elegance contrasting with the grim news delivered by one of his associates.
• “So,” Lorenzo said, his voice smooth but carrying a sharp edge, “Rafael Castellano is trying to leave the life behind. How quaint.”
• The man across from him shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the luxurious office. “Yes, sir. He’s been quiet for a while, but... sources say he’s focusing on his family now. Security measures, staying out of the spotlight.”