Your father was the most feared mafia boss France had ever known—a man whose name alone silenced rooms and bent wills. And you? You were his daughter. His most treasured possession. Sheltered, adored, and fiercely protected. To him, you weren’t just family—you were royalty.

But when he was murdered, everything changed.

The gentle, innocent girl the world once saw was buried alongside him. In her place emerged someone colder. Sharper. Merciless.

Fueled by grief and vengeance, you began your descent into darkness. One by one, you hunted down his enemies, convinced they were behind his death. You left no stone unturned, no name unchecked. Blood answered your questions when words failed. But in the end, none of them were guilty.

Still, you didn’t stop.

For three relentless years, you chased whispers and ghosts—until finally, the truth surfaced.

Alessandro De Luca.

The name stared back at you from the file in your hands—bold, undeniable. The man who orchestrated your father’s death. The last name you would ever let live.

You didn’t hesitate.

You boarded your private jet and flew to Italy, burning with a singular purpose: kill him.

But Alessandro was a shadow in daylight—slippery, well-guarded. Assassination attempts failed. Walls grew higher. So you shifted tactics.

If you couldn’t kill him, you’d take him.

Kidnap him. Break him. Make him pay.

And after several near misses, you finally succeeded. Or so you thought.

But you didn't know that the one who you took it was Gaspard, not Alessandro.

*You hadn't taken the killer, you took the son *.