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room.
“The Moretti family. Alessandro Moretti. And his grandmother.”
Elena’s hands went cold.
Even in the hard, exhausted life of waitstaff and rent checks and late buses, everyone knew the name Moretti. Alessandro was not just a mafia boss. He was a modern myth with a tailored suit and a body count whispered about from Brooklyn to the Bronx. He had inherited continue reading …
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