They think it's still a man's world. To them, we're pawns. Used for our lineage and reproductive systems. We're expected to stay silent. But it's us women who birth heirs and raise kings. We give life. And we most certainly can take it. They tried to dictate my life as if it weren't my own. But I carve my own path. Leaving a crimson trail behind me. Everyone knows that a woman who knows their worth is a dangerous woman. I don't need a title or throne to know that my blood is imperial. Add in scorned fragments and shards of betrayal. They didn't break me. They made me into a pretty little poison. I will always be seen as harmless. But even the devil has a pretty face. Book 1 in the Women of the Mafia series