When her mom is killed by the Russians, she only has one place to go: Her Italian Mafia dad who her mom kept her away for for her whole life. Since her mom did prepare her for mafia life she fits in quickly, so quickly that her dad believes she can kill the enemy, after that she can get revenge. What she doesn't know is that her enemy might be the best help to get exactly that. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm on my knees on one side of the concrete basement, my hands chained behind my back, blood leaks from a wound on my face and seeps into my eyes. The stab wound on my stomach throbs, but none of that matters because Ace is at the other side of the room, more beaten and bloody than I am. I plead for the Russians to stop the whippings, to let him go and punish me instead. "O, but I am," The 'leader' of the group says in a voice to dark for a mortal man. I see Ace struggeling against his chains to protest. Another strike of the whip sends Ace to the floor, no longer able to stay upright. "No," I say. He is not theirs to take, not theirs to kill. He is mine.