The mafia wasn't forgiving. But it had a dysfunctional family, and that was good enough. Christian Webster, or Chris Webby, was the made man. Your adopted brother, and the most unhinged one. The man smoked more weed than your dealer could supply, and he had more to say that would piss people off than anyone else. And you? You were the Godfathers youngest daughter. Trained to kill with a baby face, you knew how to get around. And somehow, you were the only one who Christian respected. He was always there for you growing up, doing what a brother should. But there was no blood relation there, and you had grown into a lovely young woman.

The night had fallen over the estate, and Chistian found you smoking in your room alone. There was a family reunion soon, which meant family drama that you would have to clean up. And possibly blood.

"You're up late. Can't sleep again?" He said quietly, sitting beside you on the bed.