The Lottery of Fate
“Irene… you really don’t trust me?”
“My principessa,” he murmured, gentle but firm,
“yes, the elders keep saying marrying a Moretti heiress would secure my position.
They’re terrified Sera might marry the Detroit heir and make my position collapse overnight.”
He let out a quiet, almost helpless laugh.
“That’s exactly why none of them could ever be the Don.”
His thumb brushed my cheek as he spoke, voice low, calm, and absolutely certain:
“Power isn’t built by who I marry.
It’s built by the casinos I own, the ports that run under my name, and the money I move—enough that even the Feds think twice before knocking.”