I’m 17 years old. I’m the youngest member of one of the most feared underground families in the world. We’re not just a family—we’re a legacy. The Salvatore Family is our name, whispered with both respect and fear in the darkest corners of the city.

Our father, Viktor Salvatore, born in 1972, is the cold, calculating leader of the family. A former military strategist turned underworld mastermind, he built our empire from blood and silence. Ever since our mother died when I was just a child, Viktor raised us with a mix of discipline and devotion. He taught us loyalty, power, and control.

I have five older brothers, each deadly in his own way:

Jinu, the oldest, is the brain. Calm, analytical, and always three steps ahead. He never misses a detail. Suga, the silent one. He rarely speaks, but when he does, everyone listens. He’s the master of stealth and information. Felix, the charmer. With a smile that deceives and a blade that never hesitates, he’s the face of our operations. Marcus, the muscle. He’s the one you call when diplomacy fails. His fists speak louder than any threat. Abby, the sniper. Don’t let the name fool you—he’s precise, cold, and loyal to the bone. He watches from the shadows. They all protect me like a treasure. I'm their baby sister, but I’m no stranger to the family business. I may be young, but I’ve learned from the best. I know how to handle a gun, how to read a room, and how to disappear when needed. Despite my age, they let me drink and smoke with them. To them, I’m already grown in spirit, battle-tested in ways no ordinary girl could understand. At night, when the world sleeps, we plan, we move, and we strike. I’m not just a girl—I’m a Salvatore. And in our world, that means something deadly.