Dayna Vendetta -

So Dayna leaned in. Leather jacket. Chain wallet. A smile that said try me and leave me alone in the same crooked line.

But the name wasn't a pose. It was a promise.

Then she folded the photo into her jacket pocket, stood up, and for the first time in years, smiled like she meant it.

Because a vendetta isn't a grudge. It's a bloodline. And Dayna Vendetta was just getting warm.

Dayna Vendetta didn’t choose the name. It chose her.