A dimly lit jazz bar tucked away in the heart of enemy territory — neutral ground for mafia meetings and under-the-table deals. Luca Moretti walks in, coat collar turned up, cigarette in hand, eyes scanning the crowd.
Bartender
(Quietly) Room in the back’s ready. She’s already there.
Luca Moretti
(Smirk tugging at his lips) She’s early. I like that.
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In a small private room. Seated at the table is a striking woman with dark eyes and a sharper presence. Her name: Camila Navarro — daughter of the Navarro cartel, a rival family.
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