The Mafia Princess Slapped Me, Then Lost Her Empire

They call Bianca Russo the human lie detector — one slap, and the whole city believes her. So when she smacks me across the face at Rocco Bianchi's engagement gala and calls me used goods, every made man in New York starts sharpening a knife with my name on it. My father's the Underboss. My name is Nora Colombo. And I'm about to burn down the Don's wife, her golden little pawn, and every dirty secret buried under this Family — starting with the truth about who I was really with at the Blackhill safehouse. Spoiler: he just walked through the door.