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Luka didn't care about the fabric; he cared about what the fabric hid. In the dimly lit corridors of the city's outskirts, the logo on his chest wasn't a fashion statement—it was a shield. It told the world he was no longer the kid who shared a single room with three brothers. It told his rivals that his pockets were as heavy as his reputation.

Luka looked at the bag, then back at the city skyline. They were dressed in the finest threads money could buy, but as the sirens began to wail in the distance, he realized they weren't masters of the city. They were just its most expensive prisoners. The Prada didn't make them untouchable; it just made them easier to spot in the dark. djaany_x_milioni_prada_prod_by_andy_golden_offi...

But the "Milioni" lifestyle has a weight that leather and silk can’t support. One rainy Tuesday, parked in a matte-black sedan, Luka looked at his reflection in the rearview mirror. Behind the designer frames, his eyes looked ancient. He had the car, the brand, and the respect, but he realized he hadn't slept without a hand on a weapon in three years. Luka didn't care about the fabric; he cared