Miles Moretti Novels & Stories

For the rest of the reception,I sat at the head table under looks of pity,curiosity,and careful silence.Not one Moretti elder spoke.We did not fight in front of outsiders.But I knew that by morning,Adrian Vale would be crossed off several important lists. Not because he lacked money,but because he had made a Moretti daughter look like a joke.

The private Moretti jet touched down at the private airfield just as the afternoon sun began to dip, casting a long, amber glow across the tarmac. When the armored convoy finally passed through the iron gates of the Moretti Estate, the change in the air was palpable. The guards at the perimeter didn't just salute; they bowed their heads with a profound, terrifying reverence. The news from Geneva had traveled faster than the jet. The underworld now knew that Alessia Moretti hadn't just secured her borders—she had completely decapitated the global hierarchy of the Chronos Group.

"Moretti's people. They've been running shifts on the street for two weeks." "Vincenzo Moretti." "You know the name?" "I looked things up after the contract," I said. "He came up connected to your company in ways that weren't explained in any of the articles." Something moved through his expression that might have been reluctant respect. "He has old ties to my family. Business that predates me and that I have been trying to disentangle for three years. He's also connected to certain wolf factions who would very much like to know that an Ashmoon female is alive and living in New Orleans."

“We’re doing everything we can...” I yank him by the collar. “I don’t want to hear that, it’s either you bring her back to life or you lose your life.” He swallows nervously. “Do you understand!” I yell. “Y….ye..yes sir.” He stammers. “I’ll come get you if anything changes.” He walks away quickly. His shoes squeak on the tile. And I’m alone in the hallway once again. I’m Dante Moretti. A man feared by half the city. A man who can make people disappear with a phone call. A man who owns buildings, judges, cops.

And standing in front of them, calm as death, was the most dangerously beautiful man I’d ever seen. He was tall — at least 6’4” — dressed in a tailored black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing powerful forearms covered in dark ink. His black hair was slicked back, and a sharp jawline framed a face that looked like it was carved for sin. Cold gray eyes scanned the scene with zero emotion. Luciano Moretti. Even I knew that name. The Don of the Moretti family. The man who supposedly ran half this city from the shadows. One of the kneeling men was sobbing. “Please, Don Moretti… it was just business—”

“Miss Bradford, Mr. Moretti Senior’s condition is deteriorating,” the doctor said over the phone. “He told us… If he doesn’t get to see you one last time, he won’t be able to die in peace.” I froze for a moment, stunned by the weight of the words. Renato Moretti—stern, powerful, commanding. A man who once held Stonehaven’s underground economy in the palm of his hand. Ruthless and resolute in the eyes of the world, yet in my darkest hour, he had quietly draped a coat over my shoulders.

My face is blank, refusing to let anything pass through. “What do you mean?” Mia asks, her eyebrows furrowing together. “Yes Mr Antonio, how may I help you? We were having a good time.” Alex fucking Morrettie says, his voice sounding like a rabbit speaking. “We have work to do, let's go.” I growl because God forbid I accept the reason for me being here is from anything else. “But I came here alo–” “Let's go.” My voice deepens more than usual as I press my jaw together refusing to lose my shit from the way Moretti lets his palm glide over her ass before he lets go.

“The Morettis, Mr. Jameson?” “Yes, Amelia. Mr. Alessandro Ethan Moretti and his brother, Giovanni Aidan Moretti.” Suddenly, Millie’s mind spun. “Holy shit,” she muttered, barely aware she’d said it out loud.

She possessed striking beauty, with blond hair and dark brown eyes like her father, often seen in elegant dresses and expensive jewelry. [Moretti Family] Henry Moretti, the head of the Moretti family, was a towering figure with a shaved head and a thick, graying beard. He favored dark tweed suits and was rarely seen without his gold chain necklace. Marco "The Shadow," Henry's right-hand man, was a master of disguise and deception. Marco often changed his appearance, making it difficult to identify him. Mia Moretti, Henry's daughter, was a woman of intelligence and ambition. She bore a striking resemblance to her father, with short black hair, amber eyes, and a penchant for tweed suits.

" He must have been so annoyed because he looked impassive. There was no doubt that in his head he was already planning on how to kill me. Arden Wayne Moretti. That was his name. How would I forget? He was the first man to ever touch me the way he did, and most of all, the very first man I ever stole money from. His name was carved in my head forever and even if I wanted to erase that, I couldn't.