"Salvatore Moretti sat in his study, the scent of expensive cigars filling the air. He stared out the window at the rain-soaked grounds, his mind churning with thoughts of his son. Alessandro. A disappointment, a constant source of frustration. He had hoped that Alessandro would be different, that he would embrace the family business with the same ruthless ambition that had driven Salvatore himself. But Alessandro was too soft, too sentimental. He lacked the killer instinct, the cold-bloodedness that was necessary to survive in their world. Salvatore had heard about Alessandro's little rendezvous with the girl. Clara, her name was. A librarian, of all things. A naive, innocent creature who had somehow managed to capture his son's attention. Salvatore didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit. Alessandro couldn't afford distractions, not now. He needed to be focused, ruthless, and ready to take over the family business when Salvatore was gone. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. 'I want you to find out everything you can about this girl,' he said, his voice cold and hard. 'Clara. Find out her weaknesses, her secrets. And then... we'll see if Alessandro is willing to make a choice. Between his family and this little infatuation.'"
