"Little Girl Who Stopped a Mafia Heir’s Birthday Cake

Midnight in the Moretti study was a masterclass in shadow and strategy.

The mahogany desk was buried under stacks of property deeds, shipping manifests, and federal court filings. A single green-shaded desk lamp cast a harsh circle of light over the papers, throwing the rest of the high-ceilinged room into deep shadow.

Anna stood near the fireplace, holding a cup of black coffee she had brought down for him. She watched Dominic as he traced a finger along a map of the Manhattan harbor lines, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

"You haven't slept in thirty-six hours, Dominic," she said softly, walking over and setting the mug down beside his elbow.

Dominic looked up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. The sharp angles of his face looked carved from granite, exhaustion etched deep around his eyes. "If I sleep now, the Morellos seize Pier 41 by dawn. Once they control the docks, they control the supply lines into upstate New York. It's the exact choke point my father fought a war to secure."

"And if you fight them on their terms—through courts, injunctions, and federal judges—they win," Anna pointed out quietly. "Because they wrote the rules of that game while you were trying to live a clean life."

Dominic paused, his hand freezing over the map. He looked up at her, surprised by the raw, clinical accuracy of her observation. "And what do you propose I do, Anna? Burn the courthouse down?"

"No," she said, leaning against the edge of the desk, her gaze holding his with unwavering strength. "You stop playing their game. Arthur and Leo thought you were weak because you cared about Ethan. They thought domesticity made you soft. Use it."

Dominic’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Explain."

"The Morellos are operating through shell companies and hidden proxies because they don't have the stomach for a direct confrontation," Anna explained, her voice steady and clear. "They want the courts to do their dirty work. But federal judges don't protect dead men, Dominic. They protect assets that make money. If you freeze their liquid accounts in Zurich—the ones Arthur set up before he was taken care of—the Morellos won't have the capital to fund the injunction."

Dominic stared at her for a long, breathless moment. A slow, dangerous smile began to spread across his face—not the cold, terrifying smirk he wore for his enemies, but a look of profound, blinding respect.

"Arthur’s Zurich accounts," Dominic murmured, realization dawning in his eyes. "The encryption keys were on the flash drive he tried to take to the airstrip."

"Which is currently sitting in your private vault," Anna finished.

Dominic stood up, pushing his chair back. He reached out, his hand cupping the back of her neck, pulling her just close enough that she could feel the steady, powerful thrum of his heartbeat.

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