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The room started buzzing again.“That woman just now, wasn’t she the one who tried to crash the Moretti house this afternoon claiming to be the mother of the heir?”“What in God’s name is going on tonight?”Calmly, unhurried, I invited my son, Ethan Francesco Moretti, up from where he was standing at the Grand Ballroom entrance.Ethan had just turned eighteen.He stood six-foot-two. He’d inherited his father’s gray-blue Moretti eyes and my Irish blonde.He was in a deep charcoal Brioni, same cut, same color as Adrian’s that night.There was a scar on the inside of his left ring finger, same place as Adrian’s. Both of them from falling off a horse as kids.On his left wrist was the Patek Philippe 5711 Francesco had passed to Adrian, and Adrian had passed to him.The moment he walked in, every Don, every Consigliere, every Underboss on the East Coast stood up.Eighteen years.The fifth-generation heir of the Moretti Family, in his first public appearance in front of the Commission.Ethan
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The Plaza Hotel.The Grand Ballroom.The room Adrian and I had been married in, twenty years ago, and the most important piece of legitimate property the Moretti Family owns in Manhattan.That night, every friendly Family on the East Coast sent a representative.The Gambino Underboss. The Genovese Consigliere. The old Don of the Lucchese Family in person. From Chicago, the Outfit sent Salvatore “Toto” Amato, my father-in-law’s old friend.The Commission sent their most senior Consigliere, old Arturo Genovese, to chair.Kenny Ricci showed up on time, with the fiancée he’d publicly committed to a year and a half ago, Emily Sokolov, the eldest daughter of the Sokolov Family.The Sokolovs are a newer Russian organization with roots in Brighton Beach, running arms and crypto laundering. They’d been trying to break into Cosa Nostra circles by way of marriage into the Ricci Family.Kenny walked up to me with that fake-pleasant Harvard-boy smile he thought was so charming.“Mrs. Moretti. You’r
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We went back to the Moretti compound on Long Island.Lincoln got pushed down onto the living room couch by Vincent’s men. Martha set an espresso in front of him. He took two sips, his hands still shaking.Then he gave us the whole thing.It was the Ricci Family.The Ricci Family, one of the five families of New York.In 1953, the old Don Enzo Ricci was gunned down outside a restaurant in Little Italy, in front of the whole street. Six rounds from a Colt 1911, fired by my father-in-law Francesco’s father. Two generations and half a century of blood between the Morettis and the Riccis.The current Don of the Ricci Family, Salvatore Ricci, is the youngest son of that Enzo Ricci who took the six bullets.He was also the old bastard who, four years ago at the Commission, sat in front of every Don of the five families and said the line that drove Adrian to a vasectomy.The Ricci Family has a second son, Kenneth “Kenny” Ricci. Harvard. Came home wanting the seat. But the Ricci Consigliere and
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“Lincoln?”Adrian’s expression was something I’d never seen.“What are you doing here? What is your relationship to Vivian? You were a Moretti Family associate.”Lincoln saw the cover was completely blown. He dropped the act and put on the I’m-going-down-anyway face.“Vivian told me she took a used condom out of your house and there was Mr. Moretti’s sample in it. She asked me to get her a DNA test. I have a second cousin who’s a lab tech at GenoTrace. I leaned on him.”“As for whether the sample was real, or fresh,” Lincoln shrugged, “how would I know? She said it was real, I believed her.”“What?” Vivian froze. “Lincoln. What did you just say?”“Don’t act, Vivian.” Lincoln smirked, cold. “That condom — you brought it back from the Morettis and stuck it in the freezer of our one-bedroom in Queens. For three years.”“How long does frozen sperm last in a home freezer? Six months.”“By the time you finally pulled the trigger on the IVF, what you had was a pile of dead cells.”“So I had m
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I wasn’t expecting what came out of that phone.A male voice came on with a slight Italian accent.“Childless? You think the Morettis are childless? Did you lose every brain cell you ever had over there?”“Adrian Moretti has a son. Eighteen years old. Hidden in a town called Bagheria outside Palermo, Sicily. Learning the old Cosa Nostra ways under one of the local Capos, finishing his undergrad in International Business at the University of Palermo. He runs the Moretti Family’s entire European operation: illegal real-estate laundering on one side, legitimate vineyards on the other. He’s the real heir to the Moretti Family.”“You took this job without doing that basic a piece of homework?”Vivian went rigid. “A son? Adrian has a son? Why didn’t you tell me before? What about my Liam —”“You made the mess, Vivian. You clean it up.” The voice was ice. “I just pay.”“Call me again, you’ll be the next one who ‘commits suicide.’”The line went dead.Something about the silence felt off.Adri
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Adrian stood up.He took the page back from her, turned, and held it out to Vivian.“Read it.”Vivian’s hand shook so badly she could barely hold the paper.The letterhead: Weill Cornell Medical Center, Department of Urology.The contents: a Vasectomy Post-Operative Medical Certificate.Patient name: Adrian Francesco Moretti.Date of procedure: March 14, four years ago.Attending physician: Dr. Harold Weinstein, M.D., Adrian’s personal doctor, on the Moretti Family payroll for the last twenty years.“Vasectomy?” Vivian’s voice climbed into a shriek. “You — four years ago you got snipped?”“You’re the Don of the Moretti Family. How can you cut off a hundred and thirty-five years of bloodline yourself? This is forged. You...”Adrian cut her off.“Miss Sinclair. I’m giving you three minutes.”“Because my wife was your friend for twenty years.”“For her sake, I’ll tell you exactly why you die tonight.”Adrian’s voice was as even as if he were running a quarterly review.“Four years ago, at
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