The key to being queen is to never let them see you stumble.
They betrayed me.
They made me believe they cared for me, only to break my heart.
And now I find myself in the hands of the only man more terrifying than the four men who handed me to him.
I spent my life training to be a mafia queen, but I never learnt how to be a mafia wife, and I’m quickly learning how different the two roles truly are.
When I was learning how to kill people with my bare hands, I should have been learning how to submit to a man who will likely end my life once my usefulness expires.
But this isn’t how I imagined my life would play out, and I refuse to give up.
I refuse to let this be the end of my story.
I will escape Charles Davenport.
I will reclaim my throne.
And then I’ll make the Syndicate of the Legion wish they never carried my broken body into their lives.
