Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

America, the place where dreams come true, and white picket fences are a must.

“Miss Moretti, your grandfather sends his apologies but he will not be coming to your birthday. He said to enjoy the evening.”

“Couldn’t he have just called and told me that himself,” I say to Ridwano, my 2nd bodyguard, or was he the first?

“Scusi Signorina.” Sorry, Miss.

I sigh but say nothing else, as the car continues to travel along the road of no real destination.

There is pros and cons that come with the title of Dante Moretti’s granddaughter.

Pro’s were far and few between because the con’s always slapped me right in the face. Today is no different, only today instead of wasting this chance I am embracing it.

“Can you drop me off at the hotel?”

The driver doesn’t question me and I don’t turn my face from the street lights and bustling cars of Washington DC. I’m 23 today. 1 year to add to my growing hate of my Grandfather and another year to add to the loss of my parents and brother.

We arrive at the hotel just before 8 pm and in a way, I am glad and relieved to just get inside. Sliding out of the Bentley, a standard car if your Grandfather is the Godfather of the underworld, I rush to the door.

“Miss Moretti, you are back early, did you enjoy your dinner?” The doorman asks me as he opens the door to lead me in. He is a short chubby man, around 50. He reminds me of someone I met on my trip to Alaska last September.

did thank you. Do you have a bar around here?” My long dress is not the perfect bar outfit but it

way.” I move toward the door he’s ushering me to and spot the dim lights and mirrored beams before I enter the cozy place.

you.” I signal the bodyguard which is closest

my way closer to the bar

get for

anything black will do,

the bar are designed in a pyramid of cherry wood finishes. Hundreds of bottles of alcohol are stacked around

other end of the bar and my eyes fray to the man who

or something?”

He is hidden in a shade of light so it is hard to make out his face

a signal with my fingers to relax. I don’t want them ruining an evening before it hasn’t even begun. I get closer to the man

coming. I’ve never met an

sit next to him and smile, he stares at me with

yourself to this fine dine, dressed

dress up and leave my castle and have a drink with a handsome man. And not that it makes an inkling of a difference to you, but I am actually Italian.” His face is clean-shaven. His head is cropped short and a tattoo

drink over to this side and as I take a much-needed sip my eyes stain his

what you looking at?” He asks me and a laugh bubbles in the back of

looking, I will let you know

me as an ordinary Italian, you sound and look British, are you here for holiday?”

the hair. I changed it to red. And yes and no. I came to visit some family. I thought I would surprise my cousin, and he would be all smiles to see me but I missed him. It seems like he left for London with the intention of surprising me. And yes, I like