Alejandro’s POV“Find me the head of your sister’s killer and I’ll give you the keys to my kingdom.” My father’s voice bellowed harshly but his eyes were dead.We’d both witnessed the death of my sister at her wedding. It was a one hit shot taken with a sniper on the roof.There was an uproar and men and women fled the scene. My sister, Alia had died before we could get to her, her blood pooling everywhere.That day, everything in me died. The only innocence I’d ever come across was soaked in her own blood.Being in the most feared mafia in the country meant you hard to have balls of steel and an icy heart. However, watching your only daughter, my kid sister get shot in the head on her happiest day, that was a different ball game.We searched and searched for the killer but we found none. Just a clue that it was our rivals, the Russos. The only thing we had in common was our hatred for the other. We, the Amatos, had stayed at the top of the mafia ladder for centuries, never succumbing
Read more