Mafia's Daughter

y that owned them. Guards at the entrance barely looked up at her approach, her face was

't flinch. N

ightrope on which Salvatore was walking. The foundation of his father's empire was fear, and being the son, Salvatore should raise t

waiting for her in the sitting room, looking every bit the heir to a mafia empire

ut laced with an undercurrent of urgenc

She didn't bother with the formalities. Ther

. "I'm in. But we do this on my terms. No more lies. No

ing that. "Fair enough," he replied, his voice ste

anding, arms crossed, the weight of her decisio

if she were an open book. "There are risks

cknowledge them was an unexpected comfort. He wasn't naive. H

o. And you simply don't make the opening move without giving your player even a hint what the game is." For an instant, Salvatore's counten

're thinking. We don't bring it down with blood and screams-not yet. We start undermining everything my father

g the plan. "And how do we do

We'll start with the people closest to him. His advisors, his enforcers. There are a few of the key players in his organization that have been playing against him, and we can use them

e ones who had spent years in his service, whom she had known her whole life-

n?" she asked, her voice even de

bilize my father's empire. We create chaos. We make them qu

here would be those who would keep faith with Salvatore's father

always dealt with problems in our world. We remove them. But

wn the reality of their world-her world-but hearing it from Salvatore, hear

said softly, almost to herself. "Once we do this, there's

in his eyes that stayed her-a glimmer of understanding, perhaps even a trace of reg

equences," he said, his voice low and unwavering. "We do

's heart pounded in her chest, but she didn't flinch. This was what she had cho

stirrings of something else inside her-something she

we

at she was no longer a pawn. She was a pla

till and heavy. The world was waiting for them

he one they were about to