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Rocco didn’t speak unless spoken to. That was the first rule. The second: no one touched the principal. Not a handshake, not a pat on the back, not a careless bump in a crowd. His hands were always free — never in pockets, never holding a coffee. Palms open, ready.

The client — a singer, a senator, a shadow — never saw him coming. That was the point. Rocco was already there. In the elevator before they entered. In the stairwell before the alarm. In the alley before the trouble breathed. the bodyguard rocco

When the threat came — and it always did — Rocco didn’t flinch. He moved like a closing door: fast, final, without sound. Rocco didn’t speak unless spoken to