THE MORETTI HEIRESS

e think po

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edictable. Wra

jerks awake, it always knows. I mean kil

ed. The villa is silent at that hour, just the soft

I have to be sharp, fast, and ready. It's t

our housekeeper, is old school. She believes women shouldn't drink their coffee black or ea

, sipping the black bitter coffee and she frowns qui

s disapproving. "Put something on

rtha knows she's one of the people who get to see

nder what attachment she has to it. She drinks the milk like she is blessing each sip, w

r fathe

ly. "Some call with Naples." It would

knows better than to ask q

y, no-nonsense. He is the kind of person no one would want to mess with, we

says, dodging a blow fro

truly slee

e to a laugh as he gets.

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, and soft gray cashmere. My clothes are supposed to showcase some kind of superiority ac

, the one person I tolerate in th

me a freak after I cried during a school play. I hadn't told anyone it was the ann

k someone so good with petals and sweet with everyone couldn't handle blood, but she'

that smells very simila

," she says, squin

eryone keep

at a bouquet of yellow sunflower

France. I knew

to anyone though, why would a Mafia queen like s

er grandmother's porcelain pot. It's cracked in one corner. Cara refuses to replace it, it suddenly remind

Beautiful and broken things are worth mo

ndirectly referring to me. I'm

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what someone like me

d body drops. I mean that's what the

our warehouses, every freaking day. In our world? There's nothing like taking a break. One slip up? And you're done for

go to one of my favourite places, my mom's lega

aned kids affected by organized crime. It was her way of giving something back to the city our family took so much from. She always said it lessened the guilt, it took away some kind of

ther with a ruler when he asked if the chapel could be turned into storage space, I burs

th my cheeks

ld be proud," sh

ike a slap of reality on my face

ne, her parents were killed in a crossfire

ully though. It's how

nytime I visit. Today she handed me a picture o

whispers. "She only draw

then soften. She doesn't speak, she doesn't always

tness is loud

wants to go after the Caprini family immediately. Clearly, he

eir Milan base. M

u think statements

ep them

"Fear fades.

What did you think, Mister? Th

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en. The one she planted herself, every flower handpicked. It

bloomed only when n

when I wa

: one, I'm afraid I won't like the answers, secondly, who really wants to hear about the death

of chaos, she always saw the good in e

dusty rose she wore on her lips. She sang in French,a language she was so flue

e speak to me in my sleep

our father's

are

meant for so

eavens for that, drunk stupid rich people aren't really my th

oftly. Martha always knows what

heels and curl up with a book, old poetry, Italian translations of Neruda a

no killings and definitely no bloodshed. Just love

ho I would've been if I w

vive? Will I fall in love? Will I have children? Will I experience lo

hate that I'