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PrologueIsabella Drago cried out as she landed on her back So had broken, she just knew it

“Get up”

“I can’t, Daddy It hurts”

“AndGet up”

She stared at her father through her hair, sweating Histheir opinion No one stopped hiined they would They were all just waiting for the right set of instructions and if it was for theain, they’d do it This was exactly what they would all do They followed orders, her father’s to be exact

At one time, they had also followed her brother’s, but she didn’t dare bring him up, not at this moment

Slah her young body and she couldn’t contain the whimper that slipped past her lips She needed to learn to keep her head, especially now

Standing up, she faced her father Blood dripped fro school She was taught at home, under his supervision

“You need to learn to focus To keep hts at all times” He moved across themore than to run Her father wasn’t a cruel man

In all the time she’d been with him, he’d never once raised a hand to her, until this very week, that was When she was attacked fro it

“Fight back,” the words were said softly against her ear

She kneithout a doubt it was Randy, one of her father’s loyal soldiers who hadn’t been part of the Family He wasn’t blood-related, but she’d heard he was the bastard of one of the capos, and it was one of the reasons her father wasn’t likedin strays, and it pissed off the rest of the Families that he didn’t care if they were pureblood

She hated the Family

Hated being a Drago

But her father had always been different behind closed doors If they were at a party or social gathering, sheinto a woman ould be irls, waiting, terrified, watching as the men leered or drank too much Her father never did No, he was always about control

When they were alone, she was his princess She could talk to hiarees as she played in the garden or ate hot dogs, getting mustard all over her mouth

Where was that man?

She knew

He’d died when her brother had