I was bullied by my brother'sgirlfriend

Chapter 1

My brother, Tony, was the ultimate protector.

When I was ten, some goons tried to snatch him. I ended up in their car instead. They got their ransom, but not before they’d carved up my face and broken both my legs.

Tony went ballistic. He took over the family business—Dad’s "organization," if you catch my drift—and built it into something huge. I became his world, his untouchable treasure.

Someone laughed at my scars? Tony shoved his head into a trash bag full of rats, let them chew his face to a bloody mess. Some wiseguy badmouthed my limp? Tony ran a freakin’ steamroller over his legs, turned 'em to hamburger.

Tony was the boogeyman of the whole damn tri-state area, but he treated me like I was made of spun gold. He spent a fortune sending me overseas for reconstructive surgery, physical therapy, and a fancy college education.

Right before graduation, I got a wedding invitation from Tony. He was all excited, said I was gonna have a sister-in-law to spoil me rotten. He even sent a picture of the lucky lady.

But the second I walked into the house, his fiancée, this ice queen named Brittany, busted in with a crew of muscleheads. She thought I was Tony's kept woman from overseas and decided to teach me a lesson.

Tony showed up mid-beatdown. Brittany pointed at me, lying on the floor, and wailed: "Am I not good enough for you, Tony? Choose. Her or Me."

Tony’s eyes went dark. "You got more lives than a cat?"

…

BANG!

The patio door shattered, and a bunch of bruisers barged in, looking like they were ready to start a war. I gasped, then recognized the woman leading them – Brittany, my soon-to-be sister-in-law from the photos Tony sent.

Before I could even say hello, she swung a freaking baseball bat straight into my face.

Pain exploded in my nose, and warm liquid trickled down. Blood. A sucker punch like that sent my head swimming.

"There you are, you little gold digger! Thought you could hide out in Europe forever? Didn't think you'd ever come back to mooch off Tony’s money!" Brittany screamed. She raised the bat again, aiming for my head and body.

I scrambled back, shielding my head, tripping over the rug and landing on my butt.

“You’ve got it all wrong, I’m…”

She shoved the bat in my mouth, twisted it. Pain ripped through my gums and teeth, and the taste of blood filled my throat. I choked and spat out a mouthful of red.

"Wrong, my ass! Don't think I don’t know you conned Tony into buying you this mansion! You think I am stupid?"

"You know I’m marrying Tony, and you come back trying to steal him from me.

She kicked me in the ribs, sending me sprawling. My head smacked against the edge of the coffee table, cracking it open.

I was furious and terrified. Gulping down the blood, I blurted out, “You really have the wrong idea! I’m Tony’s sister!”

"A sister, like a good little nun?" Brittany laughed sarcastically.

One of her goons leaned in and whispered. "I did hear the boss had a sister out of the country, but nobody’s ever seen her. Something...