Lucien Morreti
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The rain hadn't stopped for hours.
It fell in sheets across the city, making the streets blur under the dull orange glow of flickering lamps. People rushed to get home, to warmth, to safety. But she wasn’t one of them.
Honey stood outside a heavy steel door, the kind meant to keep danger in—or people like her out.
She read the name on the building’s side again, faded into rust and smoke:
Moretti Imports.A lie everyone in the city politely believed. She knew what it really was. Everyone did. A front for the most feared syndicate in the region. And inside it—the man whispered about in corridors and nightmares. Lucien Moretti. The kind of man you didn’t ask things from. But she wasn’t here by choice. She took a breath and knocked. The sound echoed unnaturally, like a trigger pulled in a silent room. A slot in the door slid open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. They scanned her face, her small frame.
You lost, doll?the guard asked, smirking.
This ain’t the side of town for girls like you.