Rizzo gasped for air, his eyes widening in pure horror as he finally recognized the terrifying face above him. "M-Moretti... Don Moretti! I... I didn't know! I swear to God, I didn't know she was yours!"
"She isn't mine," Adrian hissed, leaning in so close Rizzo could smell the rain on his coat. "She is under my protection. And if you or any of your scum ever breathe the air on this street again, I will bury you so deep the sun won't find you for a thousand years."
Adrian shoved Rizzo down the stairs. The loan shark and his men scrambled over each other, screaming apologies as they fled into the night.
Inside the apartment, the door clicked open. Sofia stood in the doorway, clutching a broom handle like a weapon, her face white with fear. "Who's out there? I called the—"
She stopped dead.
Standing in her dark, rain-soaked hallway was her employer—the terrifying, unreachable billionaire who hadn't spoken more than ten words to her in four months.
"Mr... Mr. Moretti?" Sofia stammered, her hands trembling as she dropped the broom. "What... what are you doing here?"
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Adrian lowered his head. For the first time in his life, the most feared man in Chicago felt small. He looked past her to little Emma, who was peeking out from behind her mother's skirt, holding her rag doll.