Chapter 2 - The Name That Stopped Time
The intense, dangerous anger that had radiated from Adrien Moretti vanished in a single heartbeat.
His muscular frame rigidified, and his sharp, dark eyes scanned every inch of Maya's face. He leaned down close to her, ignoring Marcus, who was still muttering threats behind them. Adrien’s gaze moved slowly over her dark wavy hair, her fierce hazel eyes, and the stubborn set of her jaw.
It wasn't wrath in his eyes anymore—it was profound, overwhelming emotion.
“Rosa Bellini...” Adrien said in a quiet, intense whisper. “Was she your grandmother?”
A sharp gasp escaped Maya’s lips. Her jaw dropped slightly as a wave of utter shock washed over her.
“How do you know my grandmother's name?” Maya whispered, her breath catching in her throat.
Marcus, completely blind to the sudden shift in energy, pushed his way between them. He scoffed loudly, slapping his hand against the stainless steel counter.
“Who cares about her dead grandmother? Mr. Moretti, this girl’s family lost this restaurant to my investment group three months ago because they couldn't pay their debts! She’s just a dishwasher I allowed to cook line prep! I’ll fire her right now and have my head chef make you whatever you want!” Marcus sneered, grabbing a plate from the warming pass.
Adrien didn't even turn his head. Without looking at Marcus, he extended one muscular arm, grabbed Marcus by his silk tie, and shoved him violently against the brick wall.
The entire kitchen went dead silent. Marcus gasped for air, his eyes wide with horror as two of Adrien’s bodyguards stepped forward to pin the corrupt owner against the wall.
Adrien never broke eye contact with Maya. He slowly reached his hand inside his dark jacket coat.
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The line cooks gasped in collective fear, terrified he was pulling out a weapon.
👉 But instead of a gun, Adrien’s fingers emerged holding a faded vintage photograph, its corners creased with age.
