My Heart seeks you

San Francisco, 1925. The fog curled through the alleyways like cigarette smoke, softening the edges of a city built on sharp corners. The streets buzzed with the hum of streetcars, jazz pouring from speakeasies, and the low, dangerous whispers of the men who ran everything behind the curtain. Dominic Moretti sat in the back of La Sirena, the family’s North Beach restaurant that doubled as a front for his father's empire. Outside, it was all laughter and wine. Inside, it reeked of power—aged like the Chianti they served, heavy and suffocating. At twenty-six, Dominic had the look of a man born for suits and secrets: tall, dark, and always watching. But he didn’t carry the weight of his name like a crown. He carried it like a curse. His father, Giovanni Moretti—“Don Gio” to the rest of the city—sat at the head of the long table, surrounded by his capos, smoking cigars and discussing shipments, bribes, and blood. Dominic listened, but barely. His mind drifted to a life far from this table, far from the iron grip of a father who never asked but always expected. He wanted out. "Dom," his father said, voice gruff like gravel. "You listening?" Dominic straightened. “Yeah.” Gio leaned forward. "We got a drop near the docks next week. I want you to go with Luca." Dominic’s jaw tightened. His older brother, Luca, had embraced the family business like a religion—ruthless, loyal, everything Gio wanted in a son. Dominic had always been the other one. The one with questions. “Sure,” he said, though the word felt like glass in his mouth. The meeting dragged on. Deals were made. Names were named. When it was done, Gio clapped him on the back hard enough to make his shoulder ache. “You’re next in line, boy. No more running.” Dominic gave him a tight smile. But his mind was already gone—drifting back to that girl he’d seen a week ago at the jazz club near Union Square. A flash of red lips. A knowing glance. The way she moved like she didn’t belong to anyone. He didn’t know her name yet. But he would. And when he did, everything would begin to unravel.