It had been 12 years. 12 long years since Giana had seen that face.. the one she dreamed about sometimes. The one who had vanished like a ghost when she was a child. Giana Strafman had grown up on and off the streets. She’d turned cold and calculating, and soon rose to power as the right hand of the drug lord. Ruthless. Efficient. Cunning

Now, staring at the woman with those so familiar eyes, holding her at gunpoint after the girl tried to rob her.. she wasn’t entirely sure how to react.