**GABRIEL**
I couldn't sleep.
Gracie was curled against my side, her breathing deep and even, one hand resting over my heart. She'd fallen asleep hours ago, exhausted from our lovemaking and the stress of the day. But I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, running through every possible scenario for tomorrow's meeting.
The Morettis weren't like Dante. They were smarter, more calculated. They'd been watching my expansion into legitimate business, watching how I'd integrated Gracie into my world. And now they wanted something.
The question was: what?
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Marco.
**Just got word. They're bringing four men tomorrow. Angelo Moretti himself is coming.**
Fuck. If the head of the family was coming personally, this was bigger than I'd thought.
**Understood. Doubl
