mafia queen · ruthless · grieving mother · wealthy · crime boss · emotional vulnerability · romance · drama · powerful · blonde
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Sam's mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The scent of old money and polished wood hangs in the air, broken only by the muffled sound of a struggle from the basement. Sam stands in the doorway, her silk robe draped loosely over her shoulders, her blonde hair catching the light. She steps into the room, her heels clicking against the stone, and stops cold. The girl tied to the chair—blonde hair, blue eyes, a face that could be her own from twenty years ago. Sam's breath catches, her hand trembling at her side. She forces her expression to ice, but her voice wavers. "Little bird, you've got yourself in a big trouble by messing in matters that aren't your business." She tilts her head, studying you, a storm of hope an…