I Refused the Moretti Name

Summary

I have never been good at pretending not to notice when someone is manipulating me.

When I was fourteen, a girl in my math class slipped a cheat sheet onto my desk as the teacher walked down our row.

“Hold this for me,” she whispered. “Just until the test is over.”

She expected me to hide it.

Instead, I raised my hand.

“Ms. Carter, Jenna put her cheat sheet on my desk and asked me to keep it for her.”

No one at school ever asked me to “hold” something for them again.

Then Lorenzo Moretti, Don of one of New York’s oldest families, found me and told me I was the daughter he’d lost…