CHAPTER 42 - THEY ARE MORETTIS! — NOT ROSSI

GIOVANNI’S POV

I had come into the base extremely angry. The one person I respected more than anyone else was my older brother, Alessandro. I respected him a lot more than even our eldest brother, and I had just had to sit through an hour of some whore claiming that my brother was her boyfriend at some silly event I attended to assure everyone that my brother was not dead or dying.

I hated going to events in general, especially when some idiot was talking my ear off. It was the anger from it that I had brought into the base.

I hadn’t expected to bump into a woman on the other side, and my first thought was that she was a plant from the enemies. So, my anger multiplied when one of my brother’s hidden men came out solely to save her life.

I was affronted by the women constantly hanging off my brother. They couldn’t have done that to the previous Alessandro, but he had gone softer over the years, preferring to avoid conflict instead.

I had been incredibly prepared to threaten her out of