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.

dress is not the perfect bar outfit but it is

move toward the door he’s ushering me to and spot the

bodyguard which is closest

closer to the bar where I sit down.

get for

anything black will

The shelves surrounding the bar are designed in a pyramid of cherry wood finishes. Hundreds of bottles of alcohol are stacked around the expanse,

other end of the bar

or something?” I am genuinely curious.

is hard to make out his face but his voice

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

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

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

English woman like yourself to this fine

I would 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 is visible on his scalp but the dim lighting in this particular area makes him seem like a vivid

side and as I take a much-needed sip

are the chances? Like what you looking at?” He asks

looking, I will let you know when I am

as an ordinary Italian, you sound and look British,

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