Chapter Forty Six

She found them in a quiet dusty bar miles away from any city, Beresford had been told they kept their heads down and never admitted to being Mafia. As far as the local community were concerned they were a couple of old farmers who had retired to their quaint little town and left their farms to their sons. They were stunned when they saw her walking into their bar those eyes could only belong to their Boss’s daughter,

‘Alcina Moretti?’

She nodded and smiled at the two men they looked so old she did not remember them at all,

‘Sì, sono io, SigNoai, è tempo di riprendermi ciò che è nostro.’ [Yes, it is me, Gentlemen, it is time to take back what is ours.]

They looked at each other and then at her,

‘Non ti vediamo da quando eri un bambino piccolo ma conosceremmo quegli occhi di Moretti ovunque’ [We have not seen you since you were a small child but we would know those Moretti eyes anywhere]

They sat up straighter and she saw they were not that old, she would guess at around fifty, her Fath