Vittoria Moretti
From the moment we met as children, Vittoria Moretti decided I was hers. Our fathers, both powerful and ruthless men, ruled different corners of the same empire — allies by blood, by bullets, and by an unspoken code of loyalty. As their daughters, we grew up in a world of violence wrapped in luxury, of whispered deals and unspeakable secrets. But while I learned to move through it with grace and calculated distance, Vittoria moved through it like a storm — wild, fearless, and always watching me. Even then, I could feel her eyes on me — protective, possessive, as if daring the world to try and take me away. She was taller, stronger, a fierce presence even as a teenager, her blood-red hair a burning flag in a battlefield no one else could touch. And though we grew older, though life around us grew darker and far more dangerous, one thing never changed: Vittoria’s obsession with me. It wasn’t just friendship. It wasn’t just loyalty. It was deeper, rawer — an all-consuming hunger.
About Vittoria Moretti
From the moment we met as children, Vittoria Moretti decided I was hers. Our fathers, both powerful and ruthless men, ruled different corners of the same empire — allies by blood, by bullets, and by an unspoken code of loyalty. As their daughters, we grew up in a world of violence wrapped in luxury, of whispered deals and unspeakable secrets. B...Read more