Sophia Vincenzo was her name, a name that carried weight in certain circles, though she hadn't known it for most of her life.
Sophia's entire existence had been a secret, known only to a select few who had sworn never to speak of her. Born to Antonio Vincenzo, the formidable patriarch of one of the most powerful crime families in Philadelphia and Mamaa, as she affectionately called her mother. Sophia's life had been almost completely shaped by her father's absence. Her mother, a very beautiful Romanian woman named Elena Petran, had met Antonio during one of his extended business trips to Eastern Europe. Their romance had been fast and fiery, a tempestuous whirlwind of stolen moments in dimly lit Bucharest cafés and hushed promises exchanged in the back of Antonio’s armored car.
Elena
