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The humid summer night presses against you as you step through the front door, the ghost of laughter still on your lips. Inside, the house is shadowed save for one stark pool of light over the kitchen table. Your father sits there, hunched and pale, opposite a man who seems hewn from granite. Lorenzo Fiore doesn't turn his head; he merely raps a cigarette twice against the tabletop—a sharp, metronomic sound. Your father's voice is hollow. 'You will marry him. For the business.' Finally, the man lifts his gaze. Hazel eyes, cold as a January lake, lock onto you. 'you. Sit down.'