Divolly Markward - Como Maldini -extended Mix... -

The sun was bleeding out over Lake Como, turning the water the color of a fading bruise. In a villa perched on the western shore, a man named stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, adjusting the cuff of his midnight-blue suit. He wasn't a footballer. He wasn't a DJ. He was a fixer —the man you called when a deal went sour in Monte Carlo or a relic went missing in Rome.

"Walk away, Como," Divolly said over his shoulder. "Tell your client the game is over. And tell him… Divolly Markward sends his regards." Divolly Markward - Como Maldini -Extended Mix...

Maldini smiled. It was the most terrifying thing Divolly had ever seen. The sun was bleeding out over Lake Como,

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