Romano's POV

I stood at the window of my study, my gaze fixed on the endless expanse of my compound. The cars I had accumulated over years in the underworld were a testament to a life I was beginning to loathe. Memories flashed in my mind, a relentless assault, of how my sister and I being sold. How she was raped. The helplessness that had consumed me when I couldn't save her then, the same helplessness that now haunted my dreams. She appeared in my sleep, a vengeful spirit, taking her ...