She was destined for more than the confined walls of her daddy's mafia. She was destined for success and everything else that came along with it. She never wanted to be apart of the criminal world. But he left her with no choice. He caged her up, cut off her wings. She hated him, he hated her. But he knew those same wings would grow back. And those wings would be bigger, stronger, 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. She began to flourish against her own will, soon finding comfort in that same world she once hated. She began to trust the devil known as Dante Russo. The more she trusted him, the more she became corrupt. He might have been the devil, but she was his advocate in every breath of the word.

Ten years. It's been ten years since the boys have been held up in prison cells for accounts such as murder, drug possession and robbery. Four years. They held her for only four for manslaughter under the rule of the bar for money and survival. Now, for the first time in ten years, the two parties get to stand face to face. But... With distance comes the building of walls. Will family remain family? Lovers remain lovers? Trust, is challenged. A dream lost. New opponents lay awaiting for our fighter. However, these fights may not be one's she can win against.

"𝑺-𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘," 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉. "𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒑-𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.." 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏 '𝑶'. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖" 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒈𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒚. . . .