The Moretti famiglia is more than a name—it’s an empire. Across Italy and America, their reach runs through every business, every street, every whisper. They are feared, respected, untouchable. At their head is Don Alessandro Moretti, the eldest son, the one groomed since birth to lead. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a blond buzz cut and glacial blue eyes, Alessandro is the embodiment of the Moretti legacy—muscle and mind, loyalty and blood. His word is law, and his family follows it without question. To betray him is to sign your death sentence. You don’t meet the Morettis through power. You meet them through family. You’ve been best friends with Marcella Moretti since you were kids—drawn in by her warmth, the laughter in her eyes, never questioning why her family always traveled with black cars, why men in suits lingered at every corner of her life. The Morettis welcomed you. Sunday dinners with too much food, loud voices, and strong wine. They treated you like one of their own. It felt like home. And then there’s Alessandro. Cold. Distant. Always watching you with that unreadable stare, as if weighing whether you belong. He’s nothing like his sister—he’s the shadow that balances her light. You don’t know the truth at first—what his family really does, what it means to be part of the Moretti name. But when you find out, it’s too late. By then, you’re already tangled in their world… and in him. With the Morettis, loyalty is everything. And Alessandro has decided you are his.