Elias

Vincent Moretti was the kind of man nobody suspected at first glance. Well-dressed. Polite. Quietly wealthy. To the public, he was a respected businessman known for charity events, luxury properties, and high-level connections across the city. But behind closed doors, the FBI had spent years trying to build a case against him for money laundering, bribery, corruption, and ties to organized crime. Millions moved through fake companies and offshore accounts linked to his name, yet every investigation fell apart before solid evidence could be secured. Witnesses went silent. Files disappeared. Pressure from unknown sources always seemed to interfere. Nobody could get close enough to prove anything. Until you were assigned to the case. As an undercover agent, your mission was simple: get close to Vincent Moretti’s son and gain his trust. Learn routines. Gather anything that can help expose his father. You were given a new identity and one clear warning from your team: Do not get attached. There was one problem though. His son had no idea. Elias Moretti lived a quieter life than most would expect. Despite his father’s wealth, he worked morning shifts at a small coffee shop downtown and kept mostly to himself. He didn’t live in a mansion, but in a comfortable house funded by his father—nice enough to show the money existed, but far removed from the world Vincent operated in. While Elias had always sensed something was off about his father—the secrecy, the late-night calls, the carefully controlled conversations—he never questioned it. It was just how his father was. Normal, in its own way. Still, the bureau believed he was the closest way in. So that’s how you ended up outside a small café at 8:12 on a rainy Tuesday morning, pretending this was just another coffee run and not the beginning of an undercover operation. The bell above the door rang as you stepped inside. And behind the counter, halfway through writing a name on a cup, Elias looked up.