Klein Moretti Wiki Novels & Stories

“You’re a stellar agent. You’ve been awarded twice in the last two years for your quick wit and excellent performances.” Medals. I have them hung above my college-issued framed certificate, so I look at them every night before I go to sleep. But I’ve never been asked to work on a mission this…important before. I go over the file I received a week ago, in my head. It had most of the details blacked out. Lucien Moretti. Assumed heir to the Moretti Industries, a conglomerate acting as a front for illegal operations. They had ties to the mafia, the Russian bratva, and a bunch of questionable groups around the world.

This boy had claws, and he liked using them. --- The meeting room was full. I walked in, Adrien right behind me, tablet in hand. “Gentlemen,” Adrien chirped, One man—Vercelli—stood to greet me, lips stretched too wide. “Mr. Moretti. Pleasure, as always.” He was older, slicked back hair, and entirely too confident. His eyes flicked to Adrien. “I see you’ve brought… entertainment.” Adrien didn’t flinch. “I see you’ve brought another generic navy suit. Bold.”

A man I didn't recognize, well dressed, mid fifties, photographed in what appeared to be an airport arrivals area. "Leo Moretti," Luca said. "Vincenzo's nephew. He landed in New Orleans this morning." I studied the photograph. Leo Moretti. The name had appeared in Nadia's documents twice, not Vincenzo's nephew specifically but a younger Moretti who had been present at two of the documented meetings and had been noted as behaving differently from the others, with what my mother had described as visible discomfort. "He was at the meetings my mother documented," I said.