I was sold to my enemies.
The Volkov’s are the nightmares they warned me of as a child, the ones they spoke of in the dark in hushed tones. Traitors, killers, the boogeymen themselves sent to scare children like me.
Children of their enemies.
A Kelly.
A family that they have been at war with since before I was born, and now?
Now I am to marry into the Bratva Pigs. To become their blushing bride.
My fathers plan, theirs as well. A marriage to create peace. To unite the families and end the bloodshed once and for all. We are a symbol of hope, of the future, of harmony.
I have other ideas.
I’m going to make these Vegas Kings fall.
I’m going to kill the Volkov’s and serve their hearts up on a platter for my father.
They won’t see it coming…
The Blade of Iris will be their end.