She had been taught how to negotiate with ruthless men and how to navigate the dark undercurrents of the city without drawing attention. But despite all of that, Rory had never truly wanted it. She had never wanted to be part of the family business.
As a child, she had dreamed of a different life. One where the only thing she had to worry about was her next art class or gallery opening, not the consequences of a poor decision made by her father or one of his men.
She had fallen in love with painting-an escape from the world that seemed to suffocate her. And so, she kept her love for art hidden, carefully nurturing it in secret, away from the eyes of her family, especially her father.
But now, that world seemed further away than ever.
The night her father died, everything changed.
It was a crisp autumn evening when the news came-her father had '
been killed in a brutal ambush, the latest in a long line of bloody rivalries between New Yorks most powerful families.
The DeSanto name, once synonymous with unshakable strength, was now vulnerable. It felt as though the ground beneath her feet had cracked open, and Rory was falling into a world she had spent so long trying to avoid. Her father''s death wasn''t just a loss to her personally.
It was a crack in the foundation of their empire.
The moment Marco, the family's consigliere, arrived with the news, Rory knew what it meant. She had been carefully trained for years to take her father's place, but this this was not something she had prepared for. She could feel the weight of it pressing down on her, suffocating her.
Marco had been with her father for years, a quiet and calculating man who never showed emotion. He was loyal to the family, and more than anyone else, he believed Rory was the one to continue her father's legacy. He believed she was the one who could protect what Giovanni had built.
"Rory," Marco said that night, his tone grave. "We need to talk. You know what needs to be done."
Rory stood in the grand foyer of the DeSanto mansion, staring at the large portrait of her father that hung above the staircase. His eyes, once so full of life and authority, now felt like they were watching her, silently demanding her next move. She swallowed hard, trying to force back the emotions threatening to overtake her. She was numb.
"I can't do it, Marco," Rory said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want this. I don't want to be part of this world."
Marco's expression softened, though his eyes remained intense. "I understand, but you don't have a choice. The family is counting on you. They trust you. You've earned their loyalty. Without you, we're vulnerable. We'll lose everything your father worked for."
She shook her head, pacing back and forth. "I don't care about the business. I don't care about the power or the respect. I care about my freedom. I was supposed to have a different life, Marco. I wanted to leave this behind."
But Marco wasn't one to show weakness. "Your father didn't build this empire for you to walk away from it, Rory. He built it to protect you, to make sure you had the power to do what was right. If you run now, the blood that's been spilled won't mean anything."
Her heart pounded in her chest. She knew he was right. Her father had always told her that the mafia was about loyalty to the family, that they were bound together by something more powerful than blood.
But the price had always seemed too high. The mafia had taken so much from her-her freedom, her peace of mind. And now, it threatened to take away what little of herself she had left.
"I don't know if I'm strong enough for this," she admitted, her voice shaking.
"You don't have to be strong enough, Rory. You just have to step up. You've been trained for this your whole life. You're ready." Marco's words were calm, but there was an edge of urgency in them. "The men respect you. They'll follow you. Your father trusted you above all others."
Rory felt a bitter taste in her mouth. Her father trusted her? Or had he simply groomed her to follow in his footsteps, to inherit his empire as though it were a piece of property, a legacy that couldn't be left behind?
The decision was looming over her like a dark cloud. Could she really step into her father's shoes? Could she take up the mantle of Don, leading an empire built on fear and violence? Or was there still time to escape, to find a life away from this world that had been forced upon her?
As she stood there, torn between two paths, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from behind. She turned just as the door to the study opened.
A man in a dark suit entered the room-tall, with a commanding presence. It was Antonio, one of her father's most trusted enforcers. His face was grim, his eyes filled with silent understanding.
He hadn't spoken yet, but the look he gave her said everything: the family was watching. The men were waiting for her to make her choice.
Rory swallowed. The weight of her father's legacy was heavy, but the weight of her decision was even heavier. She couldn't turn back now.
"What's the word, Miss DeSanto?" Antonio's voice was low, respectful, but there was a trace of expectation in it. He was waiting for her to lead.
For the first time in her life, Rory felt the full responsibility of her name pressing down on her.
She was no longer just a daughter-she was the heir to the DeSanto family. And the world around her was closing in.
With a deep breath, Rory straightened her back. She had a choice to make, and she had to make it now.
"I'll do it," she said, her voice firm. "But on my terms. I'll lead the family, but not in the way my father did. I will find a way to honor his legacy while protecting what's left of our humanity."
Antonio nodded without hesitation. "Understood, Miss DeSanto. We'll follow your lead."
Rory took a deep breath, her decision final. She couldn't run anymore. The life she had tried to escape had caught up with her, and she had to face it head-on.
And so, with one foot still in the world of art and the other in the brutal world her father had created, Rory took the first step toward her new life.
The DeSanto family would rise or fall based on the choices she made.
She had no idea just how much those choices would cost her.
TO BE CONTINUED...