Left To Burn, She Rose A Queen

I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me.

But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest.

The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me.

They didn't.

Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia.