Burned Out Of The Moretti Name Novels & Stories

But Amara saw only a debt repaid, a chapter closed. The reign of fire had begun. The Mafia world, a world steeped in tradition and brutal power, had a new, terrifying reality. The Moretti name was no longer just synonymous with Dante's authority, but with Amara's strategic brilliance, her cold, merciless vengeance, and her unwavering resolve.

“You don't have to keep up with all his crap you know." My mouth goes dry. “So this isn’t about a job at all.” “Bingo.” He snaps his fingers, leaning forward again. “You’re smart, I like that. And here’s the thing, Moretti's got enemies. A lot of them. He’s burned bridges all over the damn place, taken from people who didn’t deserve it. You know how many small companies went under because of his mergers? Yours just happened to be personal.” His eyes glints as he size's me up. “Me? I believe in payback. And I believe in giving people a chance to even the score.”

It was everything. I sat alone in the solarium, staring at the flames flickering in the fireplace, but my reflection haunted me more than the fire. That name. Moretti. Why did it punch a hole in my chest? Why did it feel like I had heard that name whispered once—through doors I was never meant to open? The moment Lorenzo asked me about it… something inside me twisted. Like a string tied to a memory that had been locked away in a vault too dangerous to open. But now… it was rattling.

I ask. “Well,” his arms drop as his face crumples. “Not him, exactly. He barely exists. But,” he perks up almost immediately, “it doesn’t matter. It’s the company we’re going after. And Moretti Holdings?” He whistles, shaking his head, “is a bomb waiting to explode.” I’m no longer listening. I stopped hearing him when he said Lorenzo Black barely exists. Even Lucien Moretti had some surface history that wasn’t hard to hide.

"Do whatever you want. I'm not dealing with her. It would be better if she disappeared forever and stopped embarrassing the Moretti name." Silvio, shaking with rage, cursed at his back. "How did I raise such a cold-blooded bastard?" Watching through the ring as Silvio defended me, I felt a warmth spread through my soul. The old consigliere had watched me grow up; he knew my character better than anyone. But my dear brother, when will you finally believe that something has really happened to me? Just as Lorenzo walked out of the meeting room, his phone rang. "Don Moretti, this is Giuseppe from Valentino Jewelers. The custom jewelry pieces that Miss Isabella commissioned are ready, but she's t

I managed, "but I'm not—" "You're his whore. My people have been watching him since he arrived. You've been sharing his bed, attending meetings at his side. Don't insult my intelligence by denying it." "There's been a misunderstanding. I'm not involved in whatever business you have with Salvatore—" "Business." Moretti rose from his chair, moving around the desk with deliberate slowness. "Is that what you call it when a man murders your wife? When he puts a bullet in her head and leaves her body in the street like garbage?"

I despised the notion of adopting my husband's name, particularly Luca's, and remained Valentina Moretti. Moretti was my mafia's name for me. Luca seemed unconcerned as I signed the documents; my reputation was tied to my name. I believe I actually witnessed a hint of pride in his eyes, or perhaps it was just pure joy.

"To sell out every Moretti family secret. Weapons caches, money flows, government contacts... everything." I stood up and walked to the window. Outside, Marco was still kneeling in the rain, completely unaware that a much larger storm was about to break. "Let her," I said flatly. "The Moretti family is almost finished anyway." Meanwhile, Vincent was living through the darkest moment of his life. His family's assets were being frozen en masse due to their association with the Morettis. Partners were pulling out, and creditors were showing up at his door. Overnight, the Falcone family went from a New York powerhouse to a drowning rat on the verge of bankruptcy.

Yes, he is here. Moretti, Luca. Eight. The first-line right-wing and ultimate arsehole for the Bears. You best know I mean it when I say "arsehole extraordinaire." The man is a complete jerk who, for reasons I've never been able to comprehend, chose to make me his archrival when we were only young children. It's one of those strange, bothersome things that the media discovered and exploited. Moretti plays up to it.

Third Person's POV A month later, all of the Moretti family's assets in Newmont had been liquidated. Fiora had been arrested and was facing 13 charges. Lorenzo wasn't prosecuted, but his name had become a joke in the city. The once-powerful Mafia Don was now left with nothing. He moved out of that villa, the one where Elena had been drenched with ice water and beaten by bodyguards. Before leaving, he stood at the entrance and looked at it for a long time.