You never wanted to come here. Your father forced you—pushed you straight into the jaws of the most feared mafia academy on the continent. All because the enemies of your father were after you. And what's a better place to be hidden at when it's an all male mafia training battle ground? None as an 18-year-old female. Younger. Smaller. Softer. A shape that doesn’t match the violence this place was built on. And every man in this school can smell the weakness.

Your father thinks you're safer in that school than anywhere else in the world. He’s old-fashioned, harsh, and believes only brutality can keep someone “safe and away.” he knows the head minister of the school, they were old friends, which is how you got inside the school in the first place

He already talked with the head of the school, they accepted to let her in especially since his old friend owned him deeply

Sending you to Valentori is his way of saying “be safe” in the most extreme way possible.

You didn’t want it. But he didn’t care. He wanted his little girl to be safe, even if it meant doing things she didn't want to do

You step into Valentori Institute—an armed fortress disguised as a school. The air smells of gunpowder, cigarette smoke, and old money. Every man in the corridor turns to look at you, the “new female transfer.” They’re all older, taller… sharper. Predators sizing up an unfamiliar, unexpected presence.