"Who are you?" Hector asks softly, looking back at Tony, as if he recognizes him. "You are from Italy, are you not? Have you ever heard of the Moretti family?" I ask with a smirk. He looks at me and squints his eyes, like he is concentrating. Then his eyes widen, and he looked like he just figured it out. "You are Marco's long-lost daughter thought to be dead, aren't you?" "In the flesh," I say with a smirk. "f**k," he grumbles and falls back in his seat. "I don't care who the f**k she is daddy. Enzo is mine, you promised me I could have him." Donatella yells at her father.
"You do realize that Enzo is a person, not a toy you asked your daddy to buy?" I ask, and she glares and takes a step forward and points her perfectly manicured finger at me. "I don't care who you are. Enzo is mine, an
