Angela Della Morte

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 Amir. We bonded over near-death experiences and shared trauma.

Real cute stuff.

Then Demetri found us-trained us, broke us, built us back. We became something the underworld whispered about when they thought no one was listening.

Angela Della Morte.
Morte Nera.
The Angel of Death and the Black Death.

It has a ring to it, doesn't it?

We're not kids anymore. We're not victims either. And we have one job: burn the French Mafia to the ground. Starting with the Don who ruined everything.

But revenge doesn't follow a clean checklist. Especially not when I'm suddenly face-to-face with the family I swore I'd never see again...

Yay.

Now I'm stuck balancing the ghost of who I was with the assassin I've become... while navigating a castle full of lies, power plays, surveillance systems, olive oil, and one very inconvenient slow-burn romance.

The mission? Still on.

But if I'm not careful, I might survive the job and still lose what's left of me.

And let's be honest-I worked way too hard to become this unkillable.

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