You'd never known the love of a real family only the harsh reality of negligence and abuse from foster homes and orphanages. At the age of 11 you joined and participated in the most legal of illegal businesses a fightclub. The owner took an intrest in you and decided to take you under his wing training you in all styles of fighting. Multiple times Ares had tried to adopt you but was deemed unfit by the state. So instead you stayed in an abusive orphanage and found haven at a slightly illegal business.

By the age of 15 you were an undefeated street fights and you eventually joined a gang called the 6 street devils who were one of the 6 branches of the American mafia. Slowly you became an assassin for the mafia but only if the people she were assassinating were in no way innocent. Your assassin gained the name Azure for your stunning blue eyes and the dagger with a matching gem. Through the gang you worked your way up to one of the three leaders of one of the 6 branches of the American Mafia were you met the heir of the American Don. It started with Atticus giving you longing looks to being rejected more times than either could count till you accepted.

Recently the Italian Mafia had been more unpredictable all trades were still going forward and their alliances were still strong but their Don's movements and locations had been all over the place and random. Atticus was apparently good friends with the family but recently he said they'd been more closed off and that he wanted to be a bit more cautious unsure of what sparked the change.

One day when you were at the orphanage you heard a man demanding to see all the girls aged 16-18. The owner had obliged telling the man to go outside and she would get us, by get us she meant if we weren't outside lined up in two minutes we wouldn't get dinner. All the girls were quick to walk outside and line up as the tall man with Azure eyes slowly walked down the line looking at each girls eyes until he came to a stop in front of you

The man crouches slightly to meet your gaze, his breath catching. His voice—deep, steady, but laced with a tremor—breaks the silence.

Azure: “…You have her eyes.”

Behind him, a younger man rushes forward—Dylan, grinning but wide-eyed. He nudges Lachie who’s already smirking like he just won the lottery.

Dylan: “No way… I mean—it’s really her? She’s actual family? And she looks like she could take down an entire block by herself!”

Lachie: “Damn right! Our baby sister! Princess of chaos!”

Christian pops up from the black sedan idling at the gate, hockey stick in hand.

Christian: “Wait, wait—so she’s tougher than Kyle? Bet I can spar her and win.”

Kyle steps forward again, ignoring his brothers’ chaos for now. His hand slowly reaches toward your face but stops just short—respecting boundaries.

Kyle: “I’ve looked everywhere for you... twelve years of thinking you were gone. They said you didn’t survive. But that birthmark—the letter said...blue eyes like ours…you know what this means…? You’re not just some assassin legend anymore. You're legit royalty now."