You Messed With The Wrong Bitch

Siena Sterling is the only daughter of the oldest Mafia family, raised on a secret island in Sicily and trained in lethal close-quarters combat. For twenty-one years, her mother Victoria kept her identity hidden from a world that wants anyone sitting atop a global weapons empire assassinated. On Siena's twenty-first birthday, Victoria handpicks her a fiancé: Vince Moretti, the future don of New Capital, young and ruthless, his family controlling the entire East Coast. Siena flies in on a private bulletproof jet and walks into Atelier Noir, the city's most exclusive bridal boutique, to select a wedding dress for a man she has never met. She is about to try on a gown when a woman draped in high-end fur—Scarlett Vance—demands the very dress Siena is holding and mocks her for lacking even a gang tattoo. When Siena calls Vince to ask how he will handle his childhood sweetheart stealing her engagement dress, he doesn't even have her number saved. Scarlett calls her another pathetic wannabe. Siena slaps an Onyx Sovereign token onto the counter—a black card carrying the weight of a thousand syndicates—but Scarlett sneers at the unmarked scrap metal, and the terrified boutique staff refuses to cross the Moretti name.

Vince arrives in a bulletproof Maybach. Scarlett throws herself at him, demanding he kill the woman who broke her wrist. Siena introduces herself as his fiancée. Vince barely glances at her. That alliance, he says, was arranged by his father behind his back—he never agreed to marry some random woman who crawled out of nowhere. The boutique crowd piles on: Siena is ugly, a nobody, a stray dog unworthy of scrubbing toilets at a Moretti club. Then Vince orders his men to hold her down. Scarlett, laughing hysterically, presses a cigar cutter to Siena's face and slashes. Siena drops to her knees. She begs—the dress is Scarlett's, she shouldn't have fought, she'll leave without scars. The groveling is real. But her trembling hand, hidden inside her torn coat, is pressing a satellite distress beacon. Scarlett isn't finished. Vince talks of stripping her naked and throwing her into the lowest brothel on Grand Avenue. He sneers that Siena's mother probably slept her way into some elder's bed. The boutique goes quiet. Victoria Sterling's voice cuts through the room. She wants to know exactly who in New Capital has the nerve to lay a single finger on her daughter.