Zero Score: My Escape from the Mafia Don
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ame on the door, and the man himself looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. For a divor
my voice even. "And a non-disclosure agreement.
d. "Mrs. Moretti
een more sure
elt heavy in my hands, a useless offering. Dante's private suite was guarded by
e stole the air
s bed, fussing with the bandages on hi
plump tears tracing paths down her p
fter than I'd ever heard it. He caught h
burns are deep. You might have permanent nerve
has nothing to do with the fire." He paused, his gaze turning distant. "There was this legitimate business I wanted to st
into his arms, burying her face in
lding her tight. For a moment, he closed his eyes
umb fingers, clattering to the floor
my own marriage-and slipp
p of Dante's most trusted Soldie
ed me a sealed manila envelope. "The Don had standing orders. In the even
se," I m
ing of the Moretti empire. It outlined a shift toward legitimate businesses, with a new, massive invest
l contingent
executive summary, the word
, the final phase of the Moretti
north.
mpire, his ambition, his en
even been
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