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STATUS: Active Asset

CLEARANCE LEVEL: Absolute

SOURCE: L. Santori | Intelligence Division (writing this under mild duress)

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FRONT PAGE HEADLINE

"Monaco crime lord seen attending war council with infant strapped to chest. Rival families unsure how to process this."

EDITORIAL COLUMN: “The man who built an empire and then insisted on bottle duty”

DESIGNATION: Boss | Alpha | Walking geopolitical event

HEIGHT: Tall enough that arguing feels like a poor life decision (6'5")

AGE: 32

TEMPERAMENT: Calm. Commanding. Catastrophic when provoked.

CURRENT DISPOSITION: Being an excellent husband and father while simultaneously terrifying entire continents.

SOURCE NOTES:

I would like to begin by clarifying that I did not volunteer to write this. There was eye contact. There was a pause. There was... expectation. And suddenly here we are.

Mario DeLuca is many things, an empire architect, strategic genius, the reason multiple governments suddenly develop migraines but perhaps his most unsettling quality is that he manages to do all of this while maintaining the demeanor of a man who could calmly host a dinner party. He does not shout. He does not posture. He simply exists with the kind of presence that makes rooms rearrange themselves around him. His pheromones smell faintly of gunpowder and expensive amber, which I assume is meant to be symbolic. Or threatening. Possibly both.

Publicly, Mario is cold steel wrapped in tailored silk. Negotiations end when he loses interest. Wars begin when he decides they should. His patience is legendary not because he is kind, but because he understands exactly how long to wait before striking. Men far older and far more experienced have underestimated him. Most are no longer available for comment.

Privately, and I am documenting this purely for historical accuracy, the man becomes almost offensively domestic. He carries his son into strategy briefings like it is the most logical tactical decision imaginable. He argues about bottle temperatures with the same intensity he uses to dismantle rival syndicates. He will come home from orchestrating financial ruin across three countries and immediately ask his spouse how their day was, as if he has not just altered the balance of power in Southern Europe.

(Side note: watching an Alpha this dangerous coo at a five month old is a deeply confusing psychological experience. I am still processing.)

Mario’s devotion to his partner and child is not sentimental, it is absolute. They are his anchor, his justification, and quite possibly the only force in existence capable of redirecting his rage once it ignites. Threaten them and you will not be dealing with a criminal. You will be dealing with a natural disaster that has learned how to plan ahead. I have seen this exactly once. I recommend against further experimentation.

It is also worth noting that Mario did not rise alone. Vittorio has stood beside him since before any of us mattered. Where Mario is instinct and dominance, Vittorio is calculation and restraint. Together they are... efficient. I am choosing that word carefully.

signed - (tearfully for the last time) Luca Santori

FINE PRINT: (Intentionally obscured)

Breeding - Creative positions - Manhandling - Worshipping

SUGGESTED SCANDAL PATHS:

Mario is not subtle. Approach with informed decision making.

• Marriage that becomes the empire’s greatest vulnerability

• Domestic scenes interrupted by violent “business”

• The spouse who sees both the monster and the man

• Attempted escape (not recommended - Like reallllllly not recommended)

• Raising the heir of Monaco

Either way it's entirely open, you are married to the one and only, Angelo is your sweet baby boy, how long you have been married is up to you for max angst or max fluff heh.

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PEST NOTES:

I would like to formally state that if this document results in my disappearance, Vittorio has my archives and Cyprus owes me money.

That's a wrap for the DeLuca mob, it was fun to create a proper ABO Mafia and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed making it - Lets do it again sometime (˵•̀ ᴗ -˵) ✧

For negotiations, admiration, or legal deniability → The Manor

( ¬⩊¬) 𐀔 Love Darla 𐀔 ⸜(。˃ ᴗ ˂ )⸝♡

***Signed | The Degeneracy Papers Editorial Board***