Mafia's Daughter

g his hands neatly in front of him. He

ew what w

e voice low but sharp, like the crack of a wh

in, but she met his gaz

wing. "You think you can make deals with the Morettis w

expected him to react with anything less than fury, but hearin

id cautiously. "I just listene

h the kind of predatory focus that had made him the most feared man in the city. "Let me make one thing crystal, Sophia. The Morettis are not o

nside, to break free from her father's mold, which had hounded her through

, her voice hardening. "Maybe I'm tired of being a p

ing the few who dared defy him crumble. "You think you can just walk away from th

er father was capable of. He would never let her break loose from the chai

colder now. "He's a snake, Sophia. They all are. The Morettis never give anything for fr

eyes unwavering. "Maybe I don't mi

her father's face faltered. For a second, a flicker of something near t

round the room. "You don't understand, Sophia. The Morettis are the enemy. They

oice sharp, almost biting. "Maybe we've been circlin

e my daughter, Sophia," he snarled, taking another step closer, his e

e good daughter, the loyal daughter. But in that moment, standing ther

d always been a currenc

to rewrite her story, to take back her narrative. Ev

d in quiet tones, unafraid. "But I just c

of weakness. There was none. And in that sil

ce had b

d shut behind her as she str

ed in the streetlights as if the city was holding its breath. Tonight, s

in her life, Sophia glimps

came next, but for the fi

e had c

father's words echoed in her ear, but she shut them out. She had chosen. It was done. She could feel the weight now of the path she chose, but th

, relentless and unforgiving. And yet, even with that knowledge, she didn't feel any fear. Instead

ething different. Not power, not wealth, but a chance to live on he

n electric charge waiting to be unleashed. It was one thing to agree to a partnership, to enterta