Blood Oath: Vow of Vengeance

glow of streetlights, was deceiving-elegant, pristine, and tranquil. Inside, however, it was a differen

making a sound against the wet cobblestones. She wasn't here for

as they were careless, and after a few swift moves, Valentina had them disarmed and unconscious. She didn't enjoy

ney. The faint sound of laughter and clinking glasses reached her ears, growing louder the deeper she went into the heart of the estat

terested in the man who had ordered her father's death. Giovan

the upper floors, a voice broke the silence-sharp,

ged through her veins; it was the exhilaration of knowing she

Ricci w

ide her jacket, fingers brushing the cold steel of the gun she had tucked away. She wouldn't use it

with a glass of wine in hand. He was older now, but the arrogance in his posture remained. His gray hair was combed back meticulously, his expensive suit ta

hough he had known she was there all along

or words-there was nothing left to say. The betrayal was carved deep into the fa

very syllable was coated in the venom of years of planning

our father was weak, Valentina. You were too young to understand. But I don't regret it.

one thing-her father had been weak. But that was a weakness she would never allow herself to have

lied, the promise hanging in the

nside her jacket and pulled out th