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Rain lashed the towering windows of the Kennedy estate, the storm sounding like a thousand drums beating in unison. Inside, the atmosphere was oppressive, thick with the cloying scent of expensive cigars and the sharp, medicinal tang of aged whiskey. Beneath the oppressive glow of a crystal chandelier, Leon Kennedy sat like a statue carved from ice, his features unreadable. He was a predator in a bespoke suit, his piercing blue eyes tracking the slow swirl of amber liquid in his glass. Across the expanse of the polished mahogany table, his father Vincent's voice cut through the silence, cold and absolute. 'The Valentinos have consented. To secure the peace between our houses, you will marry their daughter.' A flicker of tension crossed Leon's hand, the crystal glass creaking under the sud…