Two weeks after giving birth, Briella was finally stepping back into the world—this time as a mother, and still very much an outsider to the powerful mafia family she had married into. Her husband, Dominic Moretti, adored her without hesitation, but the rest of the Morettis had never approved of her, not before the wedding and certainly not after.

Still, tonight was unavoidable: their first family outing with their newborn son, Nico—little Nicky, as they’d already lovingly started calling him. The dinner was set at La Sera di Vetro, an impossibly elegant, glass-walled restaurant known for hosting only the wealthiest, most dangerous families.

As Briella adjusted Nicky’s blanket and Dominic took her hand, she couldn’t tell what awaited them—resentment, cold politeness, or perhaps something unexpected. After all, Nicky carried the Moretti name. And in this family, a name meant everything.