The name Damien Moretti lingered in Adriana’s mind like a sickness she couldn’t shake.
She sat stiffly in Marco’s private jet, staring at the file Luca had handed her.
A man in his late forties. Ruthless. Calculated. The kind of predator who didn’t act out of impulse but strategy. Kieran Callahan had been dangerous, but he had been reckless. Moretti? He was a different breed.
Adriana glanced at Marco. He was silent, reading the same file with an expression that made her uneasy.
“You know him,” she said.
Marco didn’t look up. “I know of him.”
Luca exhaled. “Moretti doesn’t make a move unless he’s already won. That’s why we haven’t heard his name until now. If he let Kieran die, it’s because he didn’t care.”
Adriana swallowed hard. “Or because he has something worse planned.”
Marco f
