Matteo Marchetti has been the consigliere of his family for eleven years. He has been an unmarried man for thirty-three. He has not, in any of those years, allowed himself to think about the woman he left at a door in New Haven in March of 2013 — a Yale Law classmate named Anya Reeve who became, three weeks later, somebody else's wife.
Then her name comes back across his desk on a Saturday morning in November.
She is an Assistant U.S. Attorney now. Financial Crimes division, Southern District of New York. The case she has been building for nine months has just landed on his family's structures. And on Thursday evening, at the Yale Law Society winter mixer, she is going to walk into a room he is going to walk into too.
Anya Reeve has carried a small set of sentences for eleven years. She has kept Matteo Marchetti's name in a quiet interior place she does not, on most days, look at. She has built a career around the discipline of not letting personal considerations alter professional judgment. She is good at it. She has won cases on it. And on the Thursday evening she sees him across the bar of the Yale Club, she understands that her career and the man she had decided not to be in love with at twenty-three are about to require a different kind of discipline than she has ever practised.
What follows is six months of two people deciding what kind of life they are going to build when the architecture of one of them is being prosecuted by the other. A contract about lying. A first dinner that ends with a cab and not a door. A piano that nobody knew she played. A small fountain pen. A bottle of amaro that has been on a bar in Manhattan for eighteen years. A ring his mother has been waiting since 2013 to give. A federal indictment that does not, on the strength of the case the heroine builds, name him.
And the day Lorenzo Marchetti walks into the brownstone in Carroll Gardens to tell his brother the family has decided he needs to step back.
A slow-burn, on-page-explicit, moderate-dark mafia romance from Danielle Kent. *Standalone HEA. Series continues
Then her name comes back across his desk on a Saturday morning in November.
She is an Assistant U.S. Attorney now. Financial Crimes division, Southern District of New York. The case she has been building for nine months has just landed on his family's structures. And on Thursday evening, at the Yale Law Society winter mixer, she is going to walk into a room he is going to walk into too.
Anya Reeve has carried a small set of sentences for eleven years. She has kept Matteo Marchetti's name in a quiet interior place she does not, on most days, look at. She has built a career around the discipline of not letting personal considerations alter professional judgment. She is good at it. She has won cases on it. And on the Thursday evening she sees him across the bar of the Yale Club, she understands that her career and the man she had decided not to be in love with at twenty-three are about to require a different kind of discipline than she has ever practised.
What follows is six months of two people deciding what kind of life they are going to build when the architecture of one of them is being prosecuted by the other. A contract about lying. A first dinner that ends with a cab and not a door. A piano that nobody knew she played. A small fountain pen. A bottle of amaro that has been on a bar in Manhattan for eighteen years. A ring his mother has been waiting since 2013 to give. A federal indictment that does not, on the strength of the case the heroine builds, name him.
And the day Lorenzo Marchetti walks into the brownstone in Carroll Gardens to tell his brother the family has decided he needs to step back.
A slow-burn, on-page-explicit, moderate-dark mafia romance from Danielle Kent. *Standalone HEA. Series continues
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