Chapter-1
Location: Underground bunker beneath the Moretti estate.
The room is dimly lit by cold overhead lights, the walls lined with reinforced steel. Smoke curls from cigars in crystal ashtrays.
A long black table dominates the room. Around it sit the elite members of the Moretti Organization
Loyal lieutenants, strategists, and enforcers. The air is heavy with tension, fear, and power.
Organization Name: Moretti Syndicate – the deadliest mafia family in the region, feared for ruthlessness, strategy, and silent precision.
Key Members Present (without Damian)
Vittorio Moretti (Damian Father)
*Head of the family, icy, calculating, feared even by his own men.*
Lorenzo
*“The Viper” Vitale – Second-in-command, cold-blooded enforcer.*
Isabella Moretti (Damian Mother)
*Vittorio’s wife, ruthless strategist, sharp mind, colder than steel.*
Rocco Salvatore
*Negotiator and arms dealer, charming but lethal.*
Marco Caruso
*Intel and surveillance expert, always silent, deadly efficient*
Vittorio stands at the head of the table, fingers steepled. Isabella sits beside him, eyes sharp, analyzing every member
Vittorio Moretti (Damian Father)
*cold, commanding* Tonight we discuss the Russo Estate, Word is... they've been moving assets aggressively. They're trying to fortify their position in the North District..
Isabella Moretti (Damian Mother)
*voice calm, razor sharp*.... Fortify? They’re asking for war. And we all know the Russo's don’t act without a reason… or a weakness to exploit.
Lorenzo
*leaning forward, voice low* What’s our move? Hit fast and silent, or test them first?
Vittorio Moretti (Damian Father)
*cold, calculating*.... We strike with precision. Clean. One misstep and we risk everything.
Marco Caruso
*monitoring intel feeds* Surveillance confirms increased security at the Russo Estate. Guards, cameras, patrols. But they’re predictable always.
Rocco Salvatore
*smirking, lighting cigar*... Predictable… yes. And predictable people bleed first.
Isabella Moretti (Damian Mother)
*leaning forward, gaze piercing*... We don’t just bleed them. We control them. Fear is more powerful than blood. Fear will make the Russo family crumble from the inside.
Vittorio Moretti (Damian Father)
*slamming hand on the table* Exactly. I want the Russo Estate neutralized. Assets frozen, leaders intimidated… and fear instilled. They must know challenging the Morettis is suicidal.
Lorenzo
*cold, precise* Timing is everything. Nightfall, minimal exposure, silent strike teams. Avoid civilian casualties they’re collateral we can’t afford.
Marco Caruso
*nodding* We’ve mapped patrol routes, entry points, and surveillance gaps. Strike fast, retreat clean. No hesitation.
Rocco Salvatore
*smiling thinly* Negotiations are useless here. Russos won’t bend until they’re scared… until they know their empire is fragile.
Isabella Moretti (Damian Mother)
*voice low, deadly* Fragile. And we’ll show them exactly how fragile they are. Fear is the weapon, not blood—though blood will be spilled if necessary.
Vittorio Moretti (Damian Father)
*voice icy, looking at every member* Remember this any failure, any hesitation, and you answer to me. Permanently. No excuses.
Isabella Moretti (Damian Mother)
*nodding, her gaze lethal* And anyone trying to undermine the Moretti Syndicate will learn the price of defiance… quickly.
The room falls silent. Even the most hardened men feel the chill of Vittorio and Isabella’s gaze. The bunker seems alive with tension.
Vittorio Moretti (Damian Father)
*final, deadly calm* The Moretti Syndicate does not forgive. The Moretti Syndicate does not forget. And when we act on the Russo Estate… the Russos will understand that crossing us is fatal
Isabella Moretti (Damian Mother)
*voice soft but lethal* Fear first. Obedience second. Survival… optional.
[Members nod, aware that failure is not allowed. The meeting ends. The underground bunker is left in cold silence, smoke curling, the weight of power and danger palpable.]
The campus buzzed like a restless hive until a deep, growling engine cut through the noise.
A matte black Ferrari 812 Superfast tore down the driveway, tires screaming against the asphalt.
Students froze, hearts skipping beats..
The door swung open, and he stepped out. Designer sneakers, ripped jeans, a sleek leather jacket, sunglasses glinting Italian style dripping danger. Every step radiated confidence, power, and a warning: approach at your own risk.
Student I
Who is that!??... Wow so handsome
Student II
That… that’s the son of the Moretti mafia. Stay away
Damian Moretti (main ML)
*heading to his friends with all a glance on him*
Luca Bianchi
Oh wow... Someone is getting attention~
Julian Torres
*laughing* you are going to famous man~
Damian Moretti (main ML)
*silently as he looks at them annoyed*...
Kai Romano
*standing at his behind without talking*
Julian Torres
This college is great.... So many hot and beautiful girls~
Veronica Sinclair (Damian GF)
Babeeee!!
They all turn they head to the direction
Damian Moretti (main ML)
*annoyingly looking at her* what? *cold and voice icy*
Veronica Sinclair (Damian GF)
*hugging his arm* hmm.... baby~ don't make that voice towards me..
Veronica Sinclair (Damian GF)
I'm scared *innocently*
Luca Bianchi
*holding his laugh*
Julian Torres
Ohh... your little cats come to you now~ *smile*
Kai Romano
*look at Veronica with an unlikely look*in mind* this little slot just cheated on him yesterday at the bar in front of him... Now she came here to act like nothing happen... what a pathetic
Damian Moretti (main ML)
*annoyed* go away...
Veronica Sinclair (Damian GF)
nah... I missed you babe~
Luca Bianchi
Oi.. he said go away... just go
Veronica Sinclair (Damian GF)
*look at Luca with a dead glare* U go...
Luca Bianchi
No.... he didn't told me to go... *annoyed* Go you are annoying..
Veronica Sinclair (Damian GF)
*angry* Go!
Luca Bianchi
No... You goo!!
Veronica Sinclair (Damian GF)
*innocently* babe... He bullied me... *as she pointed at Luca, act like almost cried*
Damian Moretti (main ML)
*very annoyed* this....
The roar of a pearl-white Lamborghini Aventador SVJ silenced the campus as it slid smoothly into the lot, gleaming under the afternoon sun.
Students froze, their conversations halting as though the world itself paused.
Student I
Wow... nice car!
The driver’s door opened first Lila stepped out, chic and stylish, her presence already enough to draw eyes.
Lila Marquez
Hmm... What a boring place *cold*
Lila Marquez
Seraphina... *as she looks behind*
But the real moment came when the passenger door swung open, and Seraphina emerged.
She moved slowly, deliberately, every step fluid, her designer heels clicking softly against the pavement. Her long hair caught the light, cascading effortlessly over her shoulders, while her fitted designer outfit left no question of her elegance. She didn’t rush, didn’t need to her presence commanded patience.
Seraphina Russo (main FL)
Hmm.... You are right *as she arm cross*
Student II
Omggg!! what a beautiful two lady....
Student lll
“Who is she?” … “She looks untouchable…”
Damian Moretti (main ML)
*look at strength to Seraphina*
Luca Bianchi
Wow... beautiful lady~
Julian Torres
*nodding* yeah.. yeah
Kai Romano
*look at Lila's cold eyes and beautiful face*...
And then, a rare sight the principal himself hurried forward, his usually stern face carrying a welcoming smile
The students’ jaws dropped. The principal never welcomed anyone like this. The weight of who they were of whom Seraphina was settled over the campus like a crown being placed on a queen’s head.
Beside her, Lila smirked knowingly, while Seraphina simply offered a graceful nod, her calm eyes sweeping over the campus. Without even trying, she had already become the center of everything.
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