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.

you. Do you have a bar around here?” My long dress is

he’s ushering me to and spot the dim lights and mirrored beams before I enter the cozy place.

which is closest to me to tip

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

can I get for

will do, 16-years or

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

the other end of the bar and my

manager or something?” I am

of light so it is hard to make out his face but his voice is

to relax. I don’t want them ruining an evening

I didn’t see that coming. I’ve never met an American soldier in my

when I sit next to him and smile, he stares at me

woman like yourself to

of a difference to you, but I am actually

drink over to this side and as I take

are the chances? Like what you looking at?” He asks me and a laugh bubbles in

will let you know

an ordinary Italian, you sound and look British, are you here

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