Mafia's Daughter

n his eyes-the truth that no one had dared to say aloud. It was a truth she had never allowed herself to consider. What if Salvatore

mur. "You want me to help you destroy everything-my father's empire, too. And what happe

gaze, his voice steady but intense.

he one thing Sophia had always dreamed of but never dared to believe could be true: a

, there was a part of her-wild, wild, and reckless-ready to take that gamble. It was the same voice in her that

d, her voice tight. "If I agree, my father will never forg

se you safety. I can promise you one thing alone: freedom. For both of

ght to believe, lay upon her chest with the weight of a rock, hard to bear. Yet, what if-what if this was how it could all be changed? W

in her head, warning her, scolding her. But she knew deep down he would never under

nside her. "I'll help you. But I need to know everything. N

d with approval. "Of co

deal was struck. The dangerous game

g between them, the weight of it settling. They had crossed a line, one neither could

ers. For one fleeting moment, something there

his," he said, in a

didn't know if she'd regret it or not. But what she did know w

on her back, a silent promise between them, one

inside, there was stillness. A

lized something: this-whatsoev

its heart. The storm had begun to subside, but the weight of what had just transpired between Sophia and S

words still echoed in her mind, over and over again. Freedom. It was what she had always wanted, even if she had never dared dream it

t her whole life learning the rules of the game, the intricacies of power, of control, of loyalty. But Salvatore was

led back to the Romano estate. She had no illusions about what this meant. She had ch

're

. Don Romano, Sophia's father, stood in the doorway of his study, his imposing figure fr

passiveness. She had known this moment would come. Her father w

said, her voice steady, though he

o enter. His eyes were unblinking, watching her closely. She co

one never rising, but still c

er's study was a reflection of him-elegant, severe, and filled with reminders of his power. A large oak desk loomed between them, its surface cl