Chapter 5 - The Eyes of the Past
The most dangerous, feared man in the American underworld did something that shocked every single person in the grand corridor.
Don Moretti slowly dropped to one knee on the cold gray marble, bringing his face perfectly level with the three-year-old child. His expression was completely stripped of its usual ruthless arrogance. He looked at the little girl with intense, profound interest.
Lily didn't shrink away from the terrifying mafia boss. She simply blinked her big, soulful eyes, holding her tiny fist out toward him.
"Pretty," Lily repeated softly, slowly opening her fingers to offer the gold button to him instead.
Don Moretti reached out with his large, powerful hand. His fingers gently brushed against the child's soft palm as he picked up the heavy gold button.
A tight, emotional close-up captured the exact moment Don Moretti flipped the button over in the pale morning sunlight. He saw the intricate, jagged crest of the Falcone syndicate. The exact crest worn by the men who had supposedly burned his first wife alive three years ago.
His breathing stopped. But it wasn't just the button that paralyzed him.
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Don Moretti slowly raised his gaze from the gold metal and looked directly into Lily's eyes. The cinematic pause was agonizingly heavy. He stared at the exact shade of hazel, the precise shape of her brow, the subtle, unmistakable features that belonged to only one bloodline in the world.
👉 The mafia boss realized the impossible truth, and the terrified maid was finally forced to break her silence.
