Blade of the Fallen: A Daughter's Retribution

From the back cover

For ten years, I disguised myself as my dead twin brother, fighting bloody mob wars to build the Falcone family's bootlegging empire.

When the war ended, I thought I could finally take off the men's suits and be Anya again.

Instead, my parents stole my victories to secure my father's power, demanding I disappear forever.

When I tried to expose the truth, my family dragged me into a soundproof basement.

My younger brother forced a metal funnel past my teeth and poured corrosive chemicals down my throat, dissolving my vocal cords into a blistered ruin.

They chained me to a freezing pier, whipped me bloody, and let the men I used to lead spit on me as a jealous traitor.

Then, under the guise of a family reconciliation dinner, my mother drugged my wine.

While I lay paralyzed but fully conscious on my bed, my brother took heavy iron pliers and crushed all ten of my fingers, bone by bone.

They wanted to ensure I could never hold a gun or write the truth again.

I had slaughtered for them, bled for them, and craved only their love.

In return, they pulverized my body and painted me as a hysterical madwoman just to keep the crown I had won for them.

The foolish girl who wanted a family died in that agonizing pain, leaving behind only a ghost.

Dragging my mangled, bandaged body into the rival Romano family's charity gala, I collapsed at the feet of their ruthless matriarch.

"I invoke the sacred code," I rasped through my chemically burned throat. "I demand a Vendetta."