Moretti did not leave Sicily.He stayed at the estate arranged for him by the branch and tried to see me every day.I did not go.On the third night, Cesare knocked on my door."Someone is moving against Moretti."I looked up."Who?""The rival family from New York.""They know he came here for you. They want him dead on Sicilian ground."I closed the file in front of me."Where?"Cesare looked at me."You don't have to go.""I know."I stood and picked up my gun."But he can't die here."If he did, every deal I had just secured would turn into a problem.By the time we reached the docks, Moretti had already been shot.He was braced behind a stack of containers, pale but still firing back.When he saw me, his eyes lit."Iris."I did not answer.Cesare gave a silent order, and his men moved around the side.I circled from the other direction and took out the shooter on the high point.Gunfire cracked across the docks for nearly fifteen minutes.When it ended, Moretti was on one knee, no
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