He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 06
Ophelia’s fingers tightened on Luca’s sleeve.
Vincent opened his mouth, then swallowed whatever he had been about to say.
Luca hadn’t moved since Dante appeared. His eyes were fixed on the hand at my waist, his expression darkening with every passing second.
Dante Moretti.
The Moretti family’s territory was in the East Harbor, half a city away from the De Luca’s North District. The two families had maintained a strict no-crossing rule for decades.
Nearly half of Boston Harbor’s nighttime freight moved through Moretti docks. Dante also oversaw the European routes for his grandfather. Favors owed to him were hard to repay, and betrayal was never given a second chance.
The De Luca family had deep roots in the North District, but compared to the Morettis, they were a tier below.
More importantly, Dante never made a move unless he was certain of the outcome.
I met him during my third year in Paris.
It was a long winter. I had just started studying for my forensic accounting exams and was waiting tables at a restaurant in the Thirteenth Arrondissement. The skin on my fingers was cracked and bleeding from the cold, but I didn’t dare ask for time off.
He pushed open the door with snow dusting the shoulders of his black coat. He ordered the cheapest soup on the menu and sat in the corner, watching me for a long time.
When he was done, he walked to the kitchen entrance and handed me a business card.