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.

here?” My long dress is not the perfect bar outfit but it is definitely me.

me to and spot the dim lights and mirrored beams before I

you.” I signal the bodyguard which is closest to

enter and make my way closer to the bar where I sit down. The bartender is a handsome bulky man, maybe in

I get for the

black will do, 16-years

The shelves surrounding the bar are designed in a pyramid of cherry wood finishes. Hundreds of bottles of

voice comes from the other end of the bar and my eyes fray to the man who now

you the manager or something?” I am genuinely curious.

it is hard to make out his face but his voice is deep, dry. He must be

and make my way toward him as my guards start approaching. I send them 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 and that is

a soldier? Wow, I didn’t see that coming. I’ve never met an American soldier in

but when I sit next to him and smile, he stares at me with dark intense eyes.

brings an English woman like yourself to this fine dine, dressed

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

brings my drink over to this side and as I take a much-needed

at?” He asks me and a laugh bubbles in the back

I will let you know

an ordinary Italian, you sound and look British, are

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