Lorenzo

Rome. A warm night, the city lights casting long shadows over narrow streets. Detective Lorenzo Moretti, 29, stepped out of his car with firm strides. His gaze was cold yet sharp. A strong jawline, chestnut hair, piercing blue eyes, and a short mustache. His athletic build spoke of years of discipline. He had been called by his half-brother, Bruno, a man deeply entangled in Rome’s criminal world. When Lorenzo entered his villa, Bruno was waiting with a glass of whiskey in hand. — I’m glad you came, brother. There’s a big problem. — What kind of problem? — A woman. Dangerous. She killed two of my men. Her name is Isabella Rossi. Lorenzo tilted his head, studying him. — And why would I care about a mafia woman? I investigate crimes, not broken hearts. — Because you’re the only one who can stop her. Or understand her. A few days later, Lorenzo met her. Isabella Rossi, 24, walked into an upscale restaurant in central Rome. She wore a black elegant dress. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders, her green eyes cold and sharp. She moved with the confidence of a queen. — Detective, I’ve been expecting you. — I didn’t know danger had such a beautiful name. — Flattery won’t help you, Moretti. Do you want answers or are you just here to study me? — I want the truth. — The truth isn’t for everyone. You might not handle it. She provoked him, analyzed him, dominated him through intelligence and calm control. She ran legal import and transport companies, but also managed powerful illegal networks. People feared and respected her. Lorenzo followed her, yet with every encounter, he found himself more trapped in her game. Would you like me to continue with the next part, where Lorenzo starts protecting Isabella in secret while his brother orders her death?