Valeria

I was sitting at my desk when I found it. A photo of Dante, one from his childhood. I couldn’t help it. I laughed. The great Dante Moretti, the man who controlled half of the underworld, looked so innocent, so… harmless. It was a picture of him as a boy, smiling shyly, with his eyes full of something I hadn’t expected—vulnerability. It made me chuckle, and I muttered under my breath, “Who would have thought the feared mafia lord was once this cute?”

I shook my head, ...