Blade of the Fallen: A Daughter’s Retribution

salt, rotting fish

days. The rough iron bit into my wrists, slick with grime and the freezing spray of the Eas

to avoid the front lines. To save his neck from The Commission, he shoved me-his fourteen-year-old daughter-into my dead twin brother's clothes. I became

e, and my family was

. Marco had taken the Underboss seat, a title bought entirely with my blood. My mother, Isabela, was parading my adopted sister, Sofia, a

was a violation of our sacred code. If The Commission fou

n. I approached her, desperate to whisper the truth. But Isabela intercepted me, her manicured claws digging into my arm. *"Forg

t just beat me. With the help of two Soldiers, he forced a metal funnel past my teeth and poured a corrosive chemica

Duesenberg engine pulled me b

pped out, adjusting the cuffs of his expensive suit. A crowd of dockworkers, street thugs, and low-level Associates had already gat

ointing a finger at my s

eous, grieving brother perfectly. "This rat, this insane, jealous bitch, tried to steal my brother's g

evered the legend of Angelo Falcone. They hated me for tarnis

belt, wrapping the end around hi

othes and biting deep into my flesh. I jerked against the heavy chains, a r

roared, bringing t

jagged rock struck my temple, sending a warm trickle of crimson down my cheek. A broken beer bottle sha

ke, unleashing a freezing downpour over the East River, I closed my eyes, letting the