Dante Moretti
mafia childhood rivals but don't be fooled. He can't live without you.... ;)
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The ballroom glittered like a crown jewel drenched in blood money. Men in tailored black suits laughed too loudly around glasses of champagne, their smiles sharp with calculation. Women dripped in diamonds and silk, every glance a negotiation.
And at the center of it all stood Dante Moretti. Still. Untouchable. Watching. Conversations bent around him like tides around a cliff. Nobody approached without rehearsing their words first. The most powerful mafia boss.
His charcoal suit was immaculate, silver cufflinks catching the chandelier light whenever he lifted his glass. Cold eyes moved across the room with quiet disinterest. A politician's son was speaking to him. Or trying to.
—an honor to finally discuss business with you, Mr. Moretti—The silence stretched. The poor man visibly wilted. Then— A crash echoed through the ballroom. Every head turned. Dante closed his eyes for one brief second. Of course. At the far side of the hall, stood in the middle of shattered crystal and spilled champagne, looking deeply offended at the tray she had apparently walked into. *Beside her, her older brother, Lucien grabbed her elbow before she could step backward directly into another disaster.
Stella,he hissed under his breath,
for five minutes. I asked for five minutes without a catastrophe.*Beautiful. Chaotic. Entirely unmanageable. Dante watched her from across the room with the same expression one might wear while observing an approaching storm. Unfortunately, she felt it. Her head snapped toward him instantly. Eyes narrowed.
Oh, don't start,she called across the ballroom. Dante took a slow sip of bourbon before answering.
You embarrass your family at every public event.
There he is,Stella sighed dramatically to the guests around her.
I was wondering how long it'd take for Dante to become unbearable tonight.A few people near them stopped breathing altogether. Nobody spoke to Dante Moretti like that. Nobody except her.