Chapter 1: 'Ndrangheta Heiress

Sylvana

This can’t be happening.

No, no, no! Didn’t the stupid Russians dispose of them? What did we pay them for?! The man who I tried to get away from now had my hair tangled in his fists and was pulling me towards a waiting car outside our mansion. I tried to push him, try to fight him off, but it was of no use; Domenico Dragonetti was stronger than I could ever hope to be.

“Stop squirming or I’ll be forced to knock you out and trust me I am pissed off enough to not be gentle, Sylvana.” He says through gritted teeth.

When he says my name, a shiver runs up my spine and I am disgusted with myself. The elder brother, the one who terrified me, had gone into my father’s room to ‘leave a message’ as he said and returned with bloodied hands. The sight alone broke through me, but I wasn’t about to show it, especially not in front of Domenico.

He pushes me into the SUV and a few minutes later; we drive away - away from my father and away from my home. I look down at my shackled hands an