Iris's POV
The big house was very quiet. I only heard the slow, striking rumble of the high windows and the banging sound of the rain. Silence was something special in the world of the Moretti family. My father, a strong man called Nico Moretti, had secured a life of secrets and sharp weapons. He was an extremely strict and cold order giver. People feared him as if he was a King in the city. To me, he was everything. He had been my savior when I was just ten years old. I was a frightened little girl without anything on my phone in the world. He provided me with a life of plush silk and golden hue. He was my greatest person who I admired.
“Nico?” I mumbled, and hardly anyone could hear.
I didn't answer at first.
I am nineteen now. My attitude towards him was different. It no longer was
