Shadows of secrets

The pier at Battery Park was a desolate stretch of concrete and shadow, the Hudson River lapping against its edges with a restless murmur. Isabella Moretti stood under a flickering streetlamp, her breath visible in the chilly midnight air. Her leather satchel hung heavy at her side, a small recorder tucked inside next to her notebook, just in case Luca DeSantis let something slip.

She’d debated not coming—every instinct screamed this was a trap—but curiosity, or perhaps something deeper, had pulled her here. Luca’s voice on the phone last night, that mix of warning and invitation, had left her sleepless, replaying their gala encounter and his piercing gaze at Vincenzo’s.

She checked her watch: 12:03 a.m. The city skyline glittered across the water, but the pier felt like another world, isolated and heavy with secrets. A faint scuff of footsteps broke the silence, and she tensed, her hand brushing the pepper spray in her coat pocket.

Luca emerged from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the city. He wore a black overcoat over a tailored suit, his dark hair catching the light as he approached. His expression was unreadable, but his gray eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach twist. “You came,” he said, stopping a few feet away. His voice was low, carrying that same blend of amusement and danger she’d heard on the phone.

“You didn’t give me much choice,” Isabella replied, keeping her tone steady. “What do you want, Luca?”

He tilted his head, studying her. “Straight to the point. I like that.” He stepped closer, and she caught the faint scent of his cologne—cedar and something darker, like leather and smoke. “You’re digging into things you shouldn’t, Isabella. My family’s business isn’t a story for your paper.”

Her jaw tightened. “If your family’s business is clean, you wouldn’t care about a journalist poking around.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You think you know what you’re chasing, but you don’t. Walk away now, and you’ll be safe.”

“Safe?” She scoffed, stepping forward to close the distance between them, her defiance outweighing her fear. “Like that dealer in Brooklyn last night? Shot in the head for skimming from your family?”

Luca’s expression hardened, but he didn’t flinch. “You’re quick to assume, aren’t you? Not everything is what it seems.”

“Then tell me what it is,” she challenged, her voice rising. “Why am I here, Luca? To be threatened? Or is this some kind of game to you?”

For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze searching her face as if weighing his next move. Then, unexpectedly, he reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek. The touch was brief, almost tender, but it sent a jolt through her. “You’re here because I wanted to see you,” he said softly. “And because I need you to understand something: the deeper you go, the harder it’ll be to get out.”

Isabella pulled back, her skin still tingling where his fingers had grazed her. “Don’t try to charm your way out of this. I heard you at Vincenzo’s. Shipments, deliveries, feds at the docks. I’m not stupid, Luca. I know what your family does.”

His jaw clenched, and for the first time, she saw a flicker of something raw in his eyes—frustration, maybe, or something closer to regret. “You think you’ve got it all figured out,” he said, his voice low and rough. “But you’re standing on the edge of something you can’t handle. I’m trying to keep you from falling.”

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