Chapter 1

As soon as the words left my mouth, a sharp slap sounded.

"Yes, we're sure! How dare you lay a hand on my son, you little brat! You get your guardians over here right now and apologize to us!"

Giovanni Rossi's father, Antonio Rossi, smacked me right across the face, his eyes burning with a vicious rage.

I was instantly knocked to the ground. My cheek burned with searing pain.

Ms. Greco, however, acted as if she hadn't seen a thing and immediately started fawning obsequiously over Antonio.

"Mr. Rossi, you can rest assured that the school will handle this matter with the utmost severity. There will be no leniency whatsoever."

She then turned and yelled in my face, "Dante Bianco, look at what you've done to Giovanni! Call your guardians right now and have them pay for his medical expenses!"

I hung my head and dug my nails into my palms as the coppery taste of blood filled my mouth.

"No, it's not like that. Giovanni and his gang cornered me in the restroom first. They kicked me and burned me with cigarette butts. That's why I—"

But before I could finish speaking, Giovanni started shouting from the bed.

"Papa, he's lying! I was just walking by when he suddenly went crazy and pushed me down the stairs. He's just a broke loser who's jealous of our wealth. He's had it out for me for ages!"

I immediately tried to refute, "It was clearly you who—"

But Ms. Greco didn't give me a chance to speak.

"Shut up, Dante! The facts speak for themselves—you attacked him on purpose!"

She yanked me out of the nurse's office. Then, she roughly fished out my phone and slapped it against my face with a sharp smack.

"I don't want to hear another word of nonsense from you! Call your sisters right now and tell them to get over here and pay up!"

All at once, every teacher and student in the hallway turned to look at me with a mixture of curiosity and smug satisfaction.

But as I held the phone and stared at all the names in my contact list, I still couldn't bring myself to make the call.

While I indeed had 109 sisters, the eldest, Sofia Bianco, was the Donna of the family.

My third sister, Alessia Bianco, ran an arms smuggling operation.

My 15th sister, Francesca Bianco, was involved in loan sharking.

My 78th sister, Vittoria Bianco, operated underground casinos.

Sure, they were always slipping me black bank cards and patting me on the head, saying, "Dante, don't go looking for trouble. But if trouble finds you, you come straight to us. If anyone lays a finger on you, Sofia will wipe out his entire family."

"That's right. If anyone dares mess with you, I'll come at them with twin blades swinging," Alessia chimed in.

However, every last one of them was on Norburg's Most Wanted list.