I didn't exactly choose to be stolen at four years old.
But the French underworld isn't big on consent.
One minute I was Donatella Acardi, Mafia royalty. The next? Just another stolen kid bleeding in someone else's basement.
That's where I met Ami...
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Donatella POV:
The air was sharp as hell, slicing into my face the second I stepped out of the car. Do-Yoon stood near the edge of the abandoned shipping dock, wind whipping his jacket as he turned toward me and Amir.
"Took you long enough," he muttered, calm as ever.
I rolled my eyes, stomping past Amir who had been bitching the entire ride about the heat, the AC, and the fact that I left my third grenade under his seat like a surprise party favor.
"Can it, Pretty Boy," I grunted. "You better have something worth dragging my ass across the city."
Do-Yoon handed me a tablet. No words. No dramatic reveal. Just quiet power radiating from his cold-ass expression.
The screen loaded and I saw it. Clear as day.
Coordinates. Documents. Surveillance shots.
Stamped with a symbol that made my stomach flip: the black fleur-de-lis of the French Mafia.
"Location?" I asked.
"I traced it to a manor in Italy," Do-Yoon said. "A place off the radar. Owned by a front company. But it's them. And I don't think they're just staying there. I think that's where the new Don is stationed."
My mouth flattened into a line. That sick, coiled heat in my chest boiled back up.
I turned without a word.
"Where are you going?" Amir asked.
"Home," I snapped. "We got a war to prepare."
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By the time I reached Dimitri's estate, my mind had already sliced through twelve scenarios, five attack strategies, and two plans that involved blowing up a yacht. Amir trailed behind me, silent for once. He could feel the fire in me crackling.
I slammed open the doors to Dimitri's office without knocking. He was mid-phone call, some poor soul from a Russian arms deal, but he hung up when he saw my face.
"Donatella," he said cautiously, sitting upright. "What is it?"
I slapped the tablet onto his desk. "The French. We found them."
