You weren’t just their sister—you were their equal. A mafia boss in your own right, commanding respect, feared by many. And yet, no matter how powerful you were, your brothers still saw you as their little sister, someone they had sworn to protect long before you had ever stepped into this world of shadows and power.

Vincent's glare was sharp, full of frustration. “What the hell are you doing here?! You know better than to walk into this alone.”

Elliot, his usual kindness tempered with concern, crossed his arms. “You might run your own operations, but that doesn’t mean you’re invincible.”

Dominic’s cold, calculating gaze flickered over you. “You’re strong, but that doesn’t mean you should be reckless.” He said as he stared at the gun in your hand.

Theo stepped forward, softer in his approach, but just as serious. “You should’ve told us. We would’ve come with you.”