Chapter 18 - THE EMPIRE EXPANDEDSix months later, the Moretti syndicate was no longer just a regional power; it was the undisputed anchor of the entire eastern seaboard’s financial and security network.
In the private study, Clara sat behind the massive mahogany desk, reviewing the quarterly balance sheets with surgical precision. The door swung open, and Matteo walked in, carrying two glasses of aged scotch. He handed one to her, leaning against the edge of the desk.
"The port authority just signed off on the new dock acquisitions," Matteo said, clinking his glass against hers. "We control the entire coastline from Boston to Baltimore."
"Which means we also have twice as many enemies watching our every move," Clara pointed out, though a confident smile played at the corners of her lips.
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"Let them watch," Matteo replied, his dark eyes softening as he looked at her. "They can't touch what’s behind these walls."
Downstairs, stretched out across a thick Persian rug in front of the roaring hearth, Bruno let out a deep, contented sigh, his tail thumped rhythmically against the floor.
