For My Legacy, I Was Thrown to the Sharks

rward. She held up her hand, and on her finger, glinting malevolently, was

sweetness. "Your mother, Victoria, gave this to me h

, it meant everything. It meant my mother truly had chosen

sion. This was the "proof

erate, furious cry tearing fr

erine, blocking me, and I saw the glint of metal in hi

d through my nerves. I collapsed, t

mug face looming over me. She raised

bucked, my leg lashing out, catching her shin. She shr

farce. Rick, secure her hands. She's a danger to herself and other

et. My blood ran cold. It was the custom-made Fairbairn-Sykes dagger I'

sped, the taser's effects s

He grabbed my right ha

muttered, but his v

oss my wrist. I felt a sickening, tearing sensation. My fingers

m my throat, pure, unad

rage streaming down my face. "When my mother

ce close to mine. His breath sm

little Ava. Dr. Carter has made sure of that. The Corleone family, its fortune,

nto a coma by our own family doctor? It

ding the pain. I lunged, my teeth sinki

imalistic fury, scrambling ba

champagne bottle from a nearby ice bucket and swung i

. But even as I fell, I noted it: Marco's fierce, almost filial protecti