Blade of Iris

I was sold to my enemies.

The Volkov’s are the nightmares they warned me of as a child, the ones they spoke of in the dark in hushed tones. Traitors, killers, the boogeymen themselves sent to scare children like me.

Children of their enemies.

A Kelly.

A family that they have been at war with since before I was born, and now?

Now I am to marry into the Bratva Pigs. To become their blushing bride.

My fathers plan, theirs as well. A marriage to create peace. To unite the families and end the bloodshed once and for all. We are a symbol of hope, of the future, of harmony.

I have other ideas.

I’m going to make these Vegas Kings fall.

I’m going to kill the Volkov’s and serve their hearts up on a platter for my father.

They won’t see it coming…

The Blade of Iris will be their end.

Even if it starts the Mafia Wars.