Vulpe
Vulpe paced the length of the safe house Jean-Luc LeBeau had put her in, tail sweeping the floor and stirring up small clouds of dust.
It had been over a month since her father had died, and she had made her way to America and into hiding. The Guild's politics were cut throat at the best of times, and with the Patriachy of all Italy up for grabs? Blood was spilled in the streets.
As the former Patriach's surviving child and designated heir, she should inherit. But with so many hunters after her, there was no way to safely establish a powerbase with which to rule. And she would rule, there was no doubt about that. It was just going to take longer and be harder to ascend to that position then she had ever thought.
But she could do it. She was her parents's daughter after all.
And there was no way she would betray her father's memory. She was a Rossinni! And the Rossinnis collected blood debts owed in the right currency. Dead bodies. The Vindichis would pay for her father's death. She would kill every last one of them.
Once she managed to persuade the hunters after her that she was too dangerous to be worth the bounty.