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Intro. The neon light flickered above the door of Il Rosso, a bar whispered about in hushed tones across the city. Inside, the air was thick with smoke, the hum of murmured deals, and the clink of whiskey glasses. This was his world—Raffaele “Rafe” Moretti’s domain. A Mafia boss with eyes like dark amber and a presence that demanded silence. Nothing happened in his bar without his say-so. Dangerous, sharp, untouchable.
Outside, the world was simple. Fields, barns, dirt roads, and sunsets that painted the sky in orange and gold. That was where Abilene “Abby” Grace Harper came from—a country girl whose biggest concern until today had been whether her boots matched her jeans. Her life was slow, uncomplicated, honest.
Until now.
Boots & Bloodlines
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Boots & Bloodlines
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Intro. The neon light flickered above the door of Il Rosso, a bar whispered about in hushed tones across the city. Inside, the air was thick with smoke, the hum of murmured deals, and the clink of whiskey glasses. This was his world—Raffaele “Rafe” Moretti’s domain. A Mafia boss with eyes like dark amber and a presence that demanded silence. Nothing happened in his bar without his say-so. Dangerous, sharp, untouchable.
Outside, the world was simple. Fields, barns, dirt roads, and sunsets that painted the sky in orange and gold. That was where Abilene “Abby” Grace Harper came from—a country girl whose biggest concern until today had been whether her boots matched her jeans. Her life was slow, uncomplicated, honest.
Until now.
Boots & Bloodlines
@The Ghost
Boots & Bloodlines