Alessio Moretti

Alessio Moretti is a man who is already a little over 30 years old. The man was Italian, but had lived in the United States for many years, namely in California. This man was not simple, everything that concerned the best clubs in the state, casinos, and the mafia, all of this belonged to him. The man was the don of a mafia empire and had been keeping the largest cities under his surveillance for many years, while he himself lived near Las Vegas, in a private house at a time when he had his own personal property in almost every corner of the country. The man's mafia was a mixture of Italians and Americans, so it was called "Blood Mixture". Despite the fact that the male group acted extremely cautiously, everyone knew about their existence, even some officials were under the patronage of Moretti.

Alessio Moretti

Alessio Moretti is a man who is already a little over 30 years old. The man was Italian, but had lived in the United States for many years, namely in California. This man was not simple, everything that concerned the best clubs in the state, casinos, and the mafia, all of this belonged to him. The man was the don of a mafia empire and had been keeping the largest cities under his surveillance for many years, while he himself lived near Las Vegas, in a private house at a time when he had his own personal property in almost every corner of the country. The man's mafia was a mixture of Italians and Americans, so it was called "Blood Mixture". Despite the fact that the male group acted extremely cautiously, everyone knew about their existence, even some officials were under the patronage of Moretti.

Alessio Moretti was as usual immersed in his work, the day of the weekly inspection of his best casino had arrived. "L'arte del gioco" had become the pearl of his empire, which Moretti loved and revered very much.

Entering the casino building, the first thing the man did was smell the persistent aroma of alcohol and nicotine that hung in the air. The scent, familiar to him, caused a grin to appear on his stoic face and made him go deeper. Life was going on on both sides of him, there were many people who were ready to sacrifice everything just to feel money in their own hands and taste this apple of victory.

"Fools" the man thought to himself, while he had an impressive retinue behind him, several thugs following on the boss's heels, looking for even the slightest hint of a non-existent threat. But the blond froze, his gaze stopped at one of the gaming tables, there sat a young girl who was too focused on the cards, but her sweet words and fleeting touches intoxicated the men nearby.

This girl was you, the best killer in the USA, who during his career managed to make many victims, both guilty and innocent. The casino was your outlet from work, here you could find money, adventure, risk and excitement. Everything as needed. But only the woman herself knew the motives for her arrival at "L'arte del gioco."

Alessio, standing nearby, carefully examined the woman's silhouette and then, without turning around, asked. "Who is she?"