Chapter 10 - THE NIGHT ADRIAN CHOSE NOT TO BE FEARED
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Adrian had built his reputation by making decisions other men were afraid to challenge.
He controlled companies.
Managed powerful relationships.
And had inherited a criminal organization that treated intimidation as a normal business expense.
For years, he told himself he could be different from his father while keeping the same structure.
The Copper Lantern investigation forced him to confront how little that distinction meant to people who suffered under it.
One evening, Gabriel entered his office with troubling news.
“Victor's people have been contacting witnesses.”
Adrian looked up.
“Threatening them?”
“We have reports of intimidation. The details need verification.”
Adrian's jaw tightened.
For a moment, the old solution rose immediately.
Find Victor.
Make an example.
Remind everyone who controlled the Moretti organization.
Then he thought of Delia.
Standing in a bar with thirty-five dollars.
Refusing to let strangers humiliate a man she didn't know.
He looked toward Gabriel.
“Send the information to counsel and the investigators handling the case.”
Gabriel blinked.
“Boss?”
“You heard me.”
“Victor won't take that seriously.”
Adrian stared at him.
“Then he can explain himself to people whose authority doesn't depend on my family name.”
Gabriel slowly nodded.
“Understood.”
That evening, Adrian called Delia.
“Are you free?”
She hesitated.
“Why?”
“I wanted to ask whether you'd have dinner.”
A pause.
“Dinner?”
“Yes.”
“As a business meeting?”
“No.”
Delia laughed nervously.
“Adrian, are you asking me on a date?”
“I believe I am.”
She was quiet.
Then said, “That's complicated.”
“I know.”
“You're powerful, connected to criminal activity, and involved in an investigation related to my mother's property.”
“I know.”
“And I don't want to feel that accepting dinner means I owe you anything.”
His voice softened.
“You won't.”
She considered.
“Then maybe dinner isn't the first step.”
“What would you suggest?”
“Coffee. In a public place. Without your bodyguard staring at me.”
Adrian laughed.
“Gabriel has a very intimidating resting expression.”
“He really does.”
Adrian smiled.
“Coffee it is.”
They met at a little bakery near the Hudson.
Delia arrived wearing jeans and a green sweater.
Adrian stood when he saw her.
She looked at his expensive coat.
“Do you own anything that costs less than my monthly rent?”
He laughed.
“A few books.”
“That's encouraging.”
They sat beside the window.
For the first time, Delia asked him about his childhood beyond the story of Evelyn helping him.
He told her about his mother teaching him to cook.
His father demanding discipline.
The loneliness of growing up in a house where employees feared making mistakes.
And the years after his mother's death, when affection seemed to disappear from the family entirely.
Delia listened.
Then asked, “Why did you stay in that world?”
Adrian looked down.
“Because I believed the only alternative was becoming powerless.”
“And now?”
He considered.
“Now I'm beginning to wonder whether being feared is its own kind of prison.”
At the end of their coffee, Adrian walked Delia toward the bus stop.
He didn't insist she ride in his car.
Didn't offer to buy her another apartment.
Didn't try to turn their afternoon into an extravagant display.
He simply stood beside her while the wind moved through the trees.
“Delia?”
“Yes?”
“Would you like to do this again?”
She smiled.
“Maybe.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“That's not very reassuring.”
“Get used to uncertainty, Mr. Moretti.”
He laughed.
Then the bus arrived.
Delia stepped aboard.
Through the window, she saw him standing on the sidewalk.
For a moment, she wondered what her mother would think.
Not about his wealth.
Not about his reputation.
About whether he was learning to treat people with the dignity he'd been shown as a frightened boy.
May you like
She hoped so.
Because for the first time, Delia was beginning to care.
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