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ame on the door, and the man himself looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. For a divor

my voice even. "And a non-disclosure agreement.

d. "Mrs. Moretti

een more sure

elt heavy in my hands, a useless offering. Dante's private suite was guarded by

e stole the air

s bed, fussing with the bandages on hi

plump tears tracing paths down her p

fter than I'd ever heard it. He caught h

burns are deep. You might have permanent nerve

has nothing to do with the fire." He paused, his gaze turning distant. "There was this legitimate business I wanted to st

into his arms, burying her face in

lding her tight. For a moment, he closed his eyes

umb fingers, clattering to the floor

my own marriage-and slipp

p of Dante's most trusted Soldie

ed me a sealed manila envelope. "The Don had standing orders. In the even

se," I m

ing of the Moretti empire. It outlined a shift toward legitimate businesses, with a new, massive invest

l contingent

executive summary, the word

, the final phase of the Moretti

north.

mpire, his ambition, his en

even been