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Luciano sat back in his leather chair, his fingers wrapped around a glass of bourbon, while a cigar rested between his lips.

There was the low sound of laughter and clinking of glasses in the room as his men celebrated.

Tonight was a night of victory; the mighty Vnox was crumbling.

Luciano exhaled a cloud of smoke from between his lips, gleaming in satisfaction of a job well done.

He turned to Jared, who sat across from him, swirling his drink in his glass.

"To our success," Luciano ...