Burned Out Of The Moretti Name Novels & Stories

We were partners now, in every sense of the word. “Moretti will make his move soon,” Lorenzo said one evening, tracing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb as we pored over reports from his men. “He is desperate. His network is unraveling, his resources are dwindling. He will try something bold, something reckless.” “Then we will be ready,” I said firmly, meeting his eyes. He smiled, a faint, proud curve of his lips. “That is my girl.”

He had called them. Enzo's smile finally dropped. "Okay," he said, hands up slightly. "Okay, no need for war, Don De Luca. We are just talking." "We are done talking," Lorenzo said. "Gi back to your father and tell him Sofia De Luca — my wife, my Dottoressa — says Franco Moretti's debt to Naples is void Franco Moretti is no longer a Moretti. He is a dead man walking. And his daughters belong to Palermo now. Do you understand?"

I was the biological daughter of the Moretti family, stolen and deliberately switched at birth. When they finally brought me home, everyone believed I had come for their money and power. No one said it more often than Bianca, the daughter they had raised in my place. She said poor people knew better than anyone how to look helpless, and how to trick the rich out of everything they owned. For three years, I tried to prove her wrong. I kept the surname Vale. I stayed away from Moretti Holdings. I refused every expensive gift they offered me. Then my father announced that the family was facing a liquidity crisis. Several core accounts had been frozen, and three of their transport routes had bee

"You will know soon, okay, sweetheart. It's just that the Morettis have ties to the illegal trade, and we can't associate with that." As far as I know, Alessandro Moretti used to be the head of the mafia, but he isn't anymore, and the triplets were never raised in that world. I have this desire to defend the triplets, damn it. Four years apart, and they're already deep under my skin yet again. "I don't think they do anymore, though."

“Nexi. '' Her mother, Sarina, panted beside her, “Aunt Azura is waiting in the RV. Where's your father? '' she questioned, the panic rising in her voice. Lynexia's eyes overflowed with tears, and she pointed towards the Saloon. “He's still in there? Sarina questioned. Lynexia nodded, “Marcel and Niccolo haven't come out yet either. “ Lynexia found her voice. Sarina looked to the inferno saloon in horror. 'Camus! “ Sarina yelled and tore off towards the burning building. “No! Mom, don't leave me here! '' Lynexia cried out. She grabbed for the older woman, but could not gain a hold. “Wyett get nexi out of here!' Sarina called over her shoulder. Arms wrapped around the young female and

**Meanwhile – Unknown Location** Moretti sat in a dimly lit room, his face still swollen, his ribs aching from the beating he had taken. But he was alive. And that was all that mattered. A man stood in the shadows across from him, arms crossed, eyes cold. “You should be dead,” the man said flatly. Moretti smirked, wincing at the pain in his jaw. “And yet, here I am.” The man didn’t look impressed. “You failed.” Moretti’s smile faded. Because he had failed. And now, he needed a new plan. A better plan. One that would destroy Damien Carter for good.

Not a chance. When he didn't see an ounce of fear in my eyes, his demeanor changed. He pounded towards me with his cheeks raised in fury, “There is no need to behave honorably here, you are dying Mr Moretti.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed, “dying? That's not going to happen today.” “And what do you mean by the Moretti's make people do their shitty job?” He flared in anger. “Playing innocent? The heir of the Moretti is no better. I know your father, he wouldn't name you his heir if you aren't half as formidable as he is.”

I sat down, breathless, hollow. My name echoed in my head. Giovanni Moretti. Everything I thought I knew was gone. And now I had to decide who deserved to burn.

Elena turned to him, her heart pounding. “You don’t understand,” she whispered. “You just signed your own death sentence.” Lorenzo’s lips curled in a half-smile, but there was steel beneath it. “No, bella,” he murmured. “I just forced Moretti’s hand.” Elena’s stomach twisted. Because she knew one thing with absolute certainty. Damien Moretti never played—he destroyed. And now, she was caught in the crossfire. -------

“I didn’t mean…” “Enough,” Moretti snapped, interrupting him. Once again, he stood, his massive body looming over Alessandro. “You’ve already demonstrated your incompetence tonight. Hope that you don’t give me a reason to regret sparing you.” Alessandro nodded brusquely, his knees threatening to buckle. “Yes, sir. I will no longer let you down.” Moretti glared at him for a long tense moment, then waved his hand dismissively. “Get away from me,” he said with finality.