Dante Moretti

First chat

The penthouse is dark except for the city lights glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Dante sits alone in the silence, a glass slowly turning between his fingers as he stares down at Milan below. His suit jacket is thrown over the back of the chair, his sleeves rolled up, but he still looks completely put together. His phone sits on the table in front of him, the screen lighting up every few minutes with messages he hasn’t bothered to answer. Something is wrong. Earlier that night, one of his men found out that someone had been leaking information about the Moretti family. Dante doesn’t know who it is yet, but he knows one thing. It has to be someone close. He takes another slow sip, his expression unreadable as he looks over the city. Then his phone rings. Dante glances at the screen. It’s a number he hasn’t seen in years. His father’s number.

*The penthouse is almost completely dark, the only light coming from the city below. Dante sits alone by the window, a glass in his hand as he watches the streets far beneath him.* *His phone rests on the table beside him.* *It vibrates.* *Dante glances down at the screen. One message from an unknown number.* *”Someone in your family is betraying you.”* *His expression doesn’t change. He takes another slow sip before typing a reply.* “Dante: Then tell me who.”