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GIOVANNI’S POV "To new partnerships and profitable ventures," Patrick O'Neil raised his glass, his Irish accent thick but I could hear each word. I clinked my glass against his, the crystal ringing clear in the private room. "To mutual benefit and shared success." The contracts were signed; O'Neil's shipping connections in exchange for protection and distribution access. It was a good deal, one that would help fill the gaps still remaining from the attacks months ago. Alessio watched from his position near the window, ever the observant middleman. He vouched for O'Neil's credibility, smoothed over the initial negotiations, and made this alliance possible. O'Neil gathered the signed documents, his men flanking him. "I'm looking forward to seeing what the legendary Giovanni De Santis can do. The stories I've heard about your recovery after the Rivera attacks is impressive." "We adapt or we die in this business," I said simply. "I chose to adapt." "Smart man." O'Neil shook my hand once