The Wolf’s Favorite Secret
RAIN hammered the windows of the glass tower while the city below dissolved into blur. Inside the penthouse office, everything was still— except for the girl pacing in front of the desk.
Lucia Rossi didn’t belong in a world like this: black marble floors, framed art worth more than her college tuition, a view that could swallow the sky.
Yet here she was. Because he had chosen her.
Dante Moretti.
Mafia king.
Her mentor.
Her ruin.
She had been his protégé for eight months, first as a numbers assistant, then as a trusted shadow. He had taught her how to move money, how to listen, how to see danger before it came. He called her ‘ragazza,’ the way a wolf might call a lamb cute before eating it.
Tonight, he watched her pace.
He was seated behind his desk, dar
