Chapter 6 - The Moretti Threat
The news of Giovanni Fierro’s sudden marriage to a "nobody nurse" exploded through Chicago’s underworld like a grenade.
By 8:00 AM the next morning, while I was preparing breakfast with Lily in the sprawling marble kitchen, the grand double doors of the mansion were pushed open.
A woman stepped into the foyer.
She was stunning—dressed in a white head-to-tail designer suit, with dark hair, red lipstick, and eyes like polished daggers. Behind her stood two hulking guards carrying heavy leather duffel bags.
Lucia Moretti.
"Giovanni!" Lucia’s voice echoed through the high ceilings of the house. "Show yourself, you lying bastard!"
Giovanni walked down the grand staircase calmly, wearing a dark gray suit, his hands tucked into his pockets.
"Lucia," Giovanni said smoothly. "You're trespassing."
Lucia marched into the kitchen, her eyes instantly locking onto me and Lily. She looked at my simple cotton sweater, then down at the twelve-carat diamond ring glittering on my finger.
"This is her?!" Lucia sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. "You rejected my father's alliance for a charity case from Queens?! She doesn't even know how to wear diamonds!"
Lily shrank behind my legs, holding her rabbit tightly.
I felt a surge of adrenaline hit my blood. I stepped forward, putting my body between Lucia and my daughter, looking the mob heiress straight in the eyes.
"I don't know who you are," I said, my voice steady and firm despite my pounding heart. "But you're shouting in front of a five-year-old child. Get out of my kitchen."
Lucia blinked in shock, clearly unaccustomed to anyone speaking to her with such defiance.
"Do you have any idea who my father is, you little peasant?" Lucia growled, reaching into her coat!
CLACK.
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Before Lucia’s hand could leave her jacket, Giovanni was standing right beside her, his hand gripping her wrist with enough force to make her drop a sleek gold-plated revolver to the tile floor!
"Touch my wife," Giovanni whispered, his voice dropping into a lethal purr, "and your father will receive your body in three separate boxes."
