Giovanni Moretti
I signaled the bartender, a discreet nod conveying my usual order. As we waited, I allowed my gaze to roam the room, cataloging potential threats and allies. The weight of eyes upon us was palpable - everyone wanted a glimpse of the Moretti crime family's new power couple.
"Tell me, Giovanni," Alessia said, her tone playful but her eyes sharp. "How many of these fine, upstanding citizens are actually here for the charity?"
I couldn't help but smirk at her astute observation. "Perhaps a handful," I admitted. "The rest are here to curry favor, gather intelligence, or simply to be seen."
Our drinks arrived - a smoky scotch for me, a champagne cocktail for Alessia. She took a delicate sip, her lipstick leaving a faint imprint on the glass. "And which category do we fall in
