I Saved The Godfather, Now I Ruin His Empire

After escaping the dungeon, I returned to New York covered in brands and scars, planning to surprise Godfather Victor. My informant had warned me that during the three years I'd been imprisoned, Victor had taken a delicate little substitute under his wing. At first, I didn't think much of it. After all, there had been a time when all I had to do was frown and he would wipe out an entire block for me. Then I returned to the estate and discovered my iris access had been deleted. The alarm went off. The front doors suddenly opened. A woman wearing my late mother's diamond ring covered her nose. "Honey, who is this cripple with the ruined face? God, she's disgusting!" "Throw her into the ocean and feed her to the fish," Victor ordered coldly. "Don't let her filthy blood stain the carpet." Her arrogant expression was so absurd that I actually laughed. "Get the Godfather's Enforcement Corps out here! I'd love to ask him why the hell he thinks he can drag any piece of trash up to his throne!" And while I was at it, I intended to ask him one more thing. Did he still want the blood covenant in my hands—the one that controlled the lifeline of his entire empire?

Oleh Stormborne Princess