A Ruby Worth Bleeding For

I thought sneaking backstage with my mother and godmother would be harmless fun—until a famous pop star smashed a glass into my mother’s face over a ruby ring.

She called us liars. She destroyed my emergency pendant. Then she locked us in a cage and ordered her guards to make us suffer.

What she didn’t know was that my mother was the wife of Manhattan’s most feared Don, my godmother belonged to another powerful crime family, and my watch had already sent our location.

By the time the black Cadillacs arrived, it was too late for apologies.

My father had only one question: