Scarletta

Bastard, daughter of a traitor.

To the Italian Don of New York, I'm nothing more than a tool to be wielded. My obedience was the price I had to pay for the sins of my father. But Dominick Romano should have worked on gaining my loyalty because the chains he shackled me with have been undone.

The Four Families have always run New York.

Italian Mafia, Irish Mob, Russian Bratva, and the Jirocho Yakuza Clan.

An alliance cloaked in proclamations of peace while they hold knives to one another's backs. But a new player has emerged, The Syndicate. Three men born of the same blood as those whose kingdoms they've come to conquer.

They think they can use me the same way my uncle did, but they're in for a rude awakening when they realize I'm not a damsel in distress. There's been a blade in my hand this whole time, and I've been waiting to land the blow that starts the bloodbath.

I will not bow at their feet.

But soon, all of New York, and those who think they can rule it, will kneel at mine.