Miles Moretti Novels & Stories

"Code Crimson. They’re bypassing intake. Bringing him straight to OR Three." I snapped my head up, water dripping from my elbows. Landing pad four? That was the private line for the untouchables. "Who’s the patient?" "Dante Moretti." The name sent a chill through the room that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. Everyone in the city knew the face of the Moretti Group. He was the man on the billboards, the billionaire "shipping magnate" who donated millions to the arts, yet whose name made even the boldest politicians lower their voices.

Moretti asked as he walked over towards Josh. His gaze unwavering Josh watched as Mr Moretti walked over towards him. Josh was well aware who Mr Morreti was. Given the constant media coverage of the city's affluent figures, it was virtually impossible not to recognize someone like Mr. Morreti. However, despite being aware of Mr. Morreti's stature and influence, Josh remained unfazed by his power. Once, during his financially precarious past, Josh might have been intimidated. But now, as a member of the De La Cruz family, he stood firm, knowing their influence surpassed even that of Mr. Morreti. Josh didn't say anything, just waiting for Mr Morreti to speak up.

Giuseppe Moretti said. Giuseppe’s another mystery. He’s got a playful energy, but it’s also kind of dangerous. I read about him briefly—he’s the youngest of the Moretti siblings and a pro at hacking. He used to work for the FBI but left. He even pulled off a major ransomware attack in Los Angeles and got away with it, making a lot of money in the process.

"Come on. Five minutes. We need to know where he stands with this newcomer situation." He was right. As much as I hated the idea of making small talk with Vincent fucking Moretti, we needed intelligence. And Moretti had his fingers in enough pies to know who was making moves in Phoenix. We made our way across the club. Moretti saw us coming and waved off the blonde draped over his shoulder. "Hayes. Walker." He gestured to the empty seats. "Didn't expect to see you boys out tonight. Thought you were too busy playing war games."

I replied, feeling relieved to have someone to talk to. "Don't worry, dear. We'll show you the ropes and make sure you settle in smoothly. But you should know, Melissa, that Mr. Moretti is not a man to be trifled with. He can be wicked and mean, and he doesn't tolerate mistakes." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of Moretti's name. I had heard stories about him from my mother, about how he was a dangerous and ruthless mafia kingpin who ruled over his empire with an iron fist. I prayed that I wouldn't cross paths with him, that I could just do my job and stay out of his way.

I had just sat down when another message came through. It was from Bianca. The time. The address for Christie’s. And one line beneath it. Dare to come, Mrs. Moretti? Lorenzo says tonight he’ll buy the final lot at any cost for me. That evening, I arrived at the auction exactly on time. I had not planned to go. By midnight, the arrangements my mother had made would already be in motion. Soon, Sofia Moretti would be dead. What did it matter if a younger woman wanted to provoke me one last time?

"I would like more information on him. Should he be after Enzo—as well as me—I must know why. Matteo crossed his arms and slanted back in his chair. Enzo would object if I told you too much. My voice steely, I responded, "I don't care what Enzo likes." "I'm not going to sit around waiting to be pawned in someone else's game. Moretti comes for me if he wants to damage Enzo. I have to find the reason. Matteo looked at me for a minute; his black eyes were not readable. At last he remarked, "Moretti's a ghost." Years ago, he vanished following a disastrous transaction with Enzo's father. None have seen or heard from him since. Now he is back, though, and he is coming for everything.

"Just wait and see." I get even more nervous the longer we drive, as it seems we're completely leaving the city behind. I hope the rumors Scott mentioned doesn't include murdering girls, too. The Morettis have enough money to cover it up, and there are a ton of articles stating that Alessandro Moretti used to be the head of a mafia organization. And if I die, nobody is really going to care. Maybe Alyssa and her family. I'm sure they'll care if they ever find my body.

I change into my trenchcoat with nothing underneath it I wear my black thigh highs with a gutter and 4 inch black pumps I am going to deliver Mr Parker's Linch By midday I walk back down stairs my mother and her friend are nowhere in sight ,I get in my Mother's Range Rover SUV that she barley drives passing by a popular burger joint by to grab me and Hottie some lunch before Lunch heading to his office jamming to Jhené Aiko On the way. I am literally driving wet thinking about all the things Mr Parker could do to me Gosh I can't wait to get there. I drive in the Parking lot of Mr Parker's office

Holding my latte. Living my normal, innocent life. “What the—” I choked out, hands trembling. Then I saw the line under it. Assigned to Execute: Damon Moretti. Deadline: One week. I didn’t breathe for a whole ten seconds. Damon Moretti. Even people who didn’t know the mafia world knew that name. He was The Wolf’s favorite weapon. The man who completed every job. No mistakes. No mercy. No survivors. A ghost with a heartbeat. A killer in a tailored suit.