Bound by Vows and Vendetta
Ivy crawled up its stone walls, moonlight bathing it in silver.
“That,” Maria said, pointing ahead, “is just one of our many holdings. The Moretti empire spans five countries. Oil, steel, shipping, pharmaceuticals, media—you name it. We don’t run in the shadows like the De Rossis or the Valentes. We own the shadows.”
I stared in awe. “And you’re saying that I have a claim to this?”
“I’m saying it’s already yours. If you want it.”
I stared at the villa, the wind whipping against the windows, and felt a strange tightening in my chest.