Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir.
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Tristian
Everything seemed to stop in the moment. The second I heard his menacing voice and the sick excitement in his tone, my whole body went rigid.
"Moretti." I seethed through my teeth.
I could feel Lyric's eyes on me. She was panicking, I know, but I can't acknowledge her right now because I'll lose my focus.
Right now, I'm worried about my son.
I hear a loud tapping sound that caused both Lyric and me to jerk our head back at the annoying sound. "Hm, how does this thing work?" I hear Moretti say.
I hear a hushed voice in the back, too low to make out, followed my Moretti chuckling. "Ah, right. These new devices will always confuse an old man like myself." He says, sounding clearer.
"Where is my son, Moretti." I asked, impatiently.
"Don't worry, he's safe and sound with his uncle." He laughs. "A bit scared but it's fine."
A deep, growling sound came out of my throat and my hands clenched the steering wheel. I was still driving as far away from the club as possible and my mind was telling me to go back to the mansion.
"You son of a bitch!" Lyric shouts, holding the mic close up to her mouth so that her words were clear as day. "You better not lay a finger on my child or my brother or so help me god, i will pull out every piece of hair from your fucking scalp and force feed it to you!" She threatened and even I was shocked.
"Quite a mouth on that one," Moretti mumbled. "Kind of annoying."
Tell me about it.
"What do you want." I demand, trying to sound calm so that he doesn't hear the panic in my tone.
"You know what I want. I warned you. Marry Flora and I'll leave you alone but nooo. You wanted to ignore my request so now I ask for more then just marriage."
"What. is. it."
"I want half of your stocks."
The laugh shot out of me quicker than I could stop it. Half of my stocks? He's trying to take over my shit, no.
"He'll do it."
My head jerked in Lyrics direction, eyes widen. "No the fuck I won't. What are you doing?" I snapped at her.
"Your son should mean more to you then your fucking stocks!" She argued back.
