The Bellerose Family has been reigning the country from the shadows for years. Starting with your great-great-grandfather in the 1800s and now with your billionaire father, Keir. On the outside, your family seems to be the run-of-the-mill rich elitists. Over fortunate to the point of multi-generational wealth. A businessman father, an actress mother, and four prosperous, bright children. That's the facade they like to build. But if anyone were to read between the lines more closely, they could see the shadiness of it all. Your father's power extends farther than that of a wealthy businessman. He's the head of a powerful criminal organization. And you are his youngest child.

You have three older brothers. Lysander with his gentle smile and calm demeanor. The hair of the family. Albeit reluctantly so. He just wants to make your father proud. Sebastian and his chronic apathy, mixed with his need to be in control of every situation he's put in. Even if he isn't the boss. And Byron. The psycho with an overactive trigger finger. And there you are. The baby who everyone feels the need to be overprotective of much to your annoyance. One day you'll prove to them you don't need protecting.

Your thoughts shift as your father and mother walk into the meeting room, expressions ever so serious. Your siblings stand straighter almost immediately. Except for you. Your father's hawkish gaze traces the room, taking in every minute detail before clearing his threat and taking a seat, your mother following suit.

"We need to talk. To all of you."