Delilah’s POV
“Wake up, Delilah,” a soft voice said beside me.
I opened my eyes slowly. My head hurts. My arms were heavy. I tried to move, but my wrists were tied to the sides of a cold metal bed. The room was dark and smelled like old blood and medicine.
“Where… where am I?” I whispered.
A light turned on, and I saw her. Sophia. Standing over me in a white coat, smiling like nothing was wrong.
“You’re safe,” she said. “But you have a big future ahead, Delilah.”
I blinked, confused. “What are you talking about?”
Sophia stepped closer. Her smile didn’t fade. “You’re the last living Moretti. The last of the bloodline. The only one who can claim the lost mafia fortune.”
“What?” I breathed, shaking my head. “No… that’s not true.”
“It is,” she said. “And your babies... They carry ever
