Blood Oath: Vow of Vengeance

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rupt. The air smelled of wet asphalt, gasoline, and something darker-the scent of impending chaos. In the heart of t

. Her empire was forged from blood, loyalty, and betrayal. But it was the blood of her father

vow would b

m the best-her father, a king in the world of crime. But she had never been content to simply inherit his power. No, she

e trusted, turned on her family. She had been just a girl then, standing helplessly as the life was drained from her father's

dark night a perfect cloak for the reckoning that was about to unfold. Giovanni Ricci, the man who had orchestrated her fat

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fortress that Ricci had built for himself, a symbol of his false sense of security. But

filled with purpose. This was no longer about money or control. I

kering lamps, but it was the shadows she lived in. Shadows th

would claim her father's