My Ungrateful Sister Tried To Steal My Mafia Empire
After our rivals murdered my parents, I had to become something else. A fortress. I held the Blackthorne family together all by myself.
My younger sister, Anna, couldn't stand the life—the blood and the fear. She cried, begging me to send her away, to college overseas.
I said yes.
And the first thing she does when she gets back? She goes to the Commission and accuses me of stealing her inheritance.
She said it with this entitled, high-and-mighty tone. "My boyfriend, Victor, the Falcone heir, says I can't lose."
"I just want what's mine," she said. "Half of the $8.7 million Mom and Dad left, and half of the Blackthorne family's power. Fair is fair, right?"
But she knew damn well she'd already blown through every last cent of that $8.7 million.
And the extra ten million I'd earned for her on top of that.
That's when it hit me. My sacrifice hadn't just been for nothing. I'd raised a goddamn wolf, and she was insatiable.
So this time, I let the kindness die. I gave her a cold smile. "My sweet, naive sister. It's time I showed you how a real Godmother plays."