Chapter seventeen

Selena’s pov

I sat at the ornate vanity in my bedroom, gazing into the mirror as I absentmindedly brushed my long, dark hair. My mind was clouded with thoughts, doubts, and an unsettling realization that had been creeping up on me for quite some time. I couldn't deny it any longer—I was being weak, allowing Angel to talk to me rudely and stop me from going out, and my own silence was complicit in his actions.

Angel, was not only a powerful figure in the mafia but also a man who knew how to manipulate and control. Over the month, I had become accustomed to his brash behavior, his sharp tongue, and his complete disregard for my feelings. But now, as I stared at my reflection, something in me had changed. I am the daughter of a mafia!

A surge of determination coursed through my veins. I had grown up surrounded by the mafia, watching my father command respect and instill fear in others. I had learned the ins and outs of this world, yet I had allowed myself to be reduced to nothing more