The Don's Daughter's

Previously

…But as his thumb brushed against my skin, I saw it – a faint scar, almost invisible, etched on the inside of his wrist. A scar I had never seen before. A scar that whispered of a past I knew nothing about, a past that was now inextricably linked to the danger that threatened to consume us all. And in that moment, standing in the hushed silence of the library, with the weight of my father’s suspicions and Marco’s hidden truths pressing down on me, I knew that my choice, the choice I would inevitably have to make, would be the hardest one of all. The Don’s shadow had fallen, and it was revealing truths I was not prepared to face.