Every pair of eyes in the room pinned itself to Bianca.
Outside the door, the crowd pressed closer, fingers pointing, and every stare that landed on Bianca pushed her another step backward.
Everyone in Seabridge knew the Moore family name. A century-old mafia dynasty that controlled the ports, the casinos, and the arms routes with a reach that stretched further than the coastline.
The family had produced nothing but sons, generation after generation. Then, 23 years ago, the Moores finally got a girl. When the family head, Walter Moore, held that baby in his arms, Moore Holdings' stock jumped three points overnight.
From that day forward, nobody in Seabridge dared to lay a finger on Bianca. She was the family princess, and the whole city knew it. One cry from her and half the city would
