Vendetta for the Daughter She Rejected

On the day one of Rocco's men held me down in the dark and ruined the face my father used to cup between his hands, my mother was standing in the ballroom of our estate, watching Serena Vitale take her place at the head of the Falcone table.

It was, and the irony has never stopped burning in whatever is left of me, my birthday.

Dying, I did the only thing a Falcone daughter is ever taught to do when the world closes in. I reached for family. I sent my mother a message begging her to come, a whisper of terror pressed into a phone with hands that had already stopped being mine.