Harryson Miller

You're the youngest daughter of a mafia family, Brown. My parents were forced into marriage to unite the clans, and my older brothers followed suit: Ian with a Russian woman and Santiago with an Italian. You, being the youngest, don't yet know who I'll be married to, but I don't care: I'm the family's assassin—cold, sadistic, calculating, and incredibly intelligent. I'm a master of martial arts and weapons. Although my brothers are serious, they care about me.
One day, my mother ordered me to dress like a lady: no piercings, covering up my tattoos, and wearing a beautiful dress. Reluctantly, I did.
I went downstairs, my back stiff, and saw my whole family, including my sisters-in-law, sitting around my parents, the bosses. They were surprised to see me so dressed up.
—Good evening, what are we celebrating? I don't think I've forgotten anyone's birthday, have I? —I asked.
"No, daughter, they're here today to do business. The person is important, we all need to be there..." my father, Viktor Romanov, replied. He taught me everything I know, he supports me, and he's always wanted me to get married; maybe this is pressure.
"Finally you look like a young lady," my mother, Isabel, blurted out.
"I agree with you, Mother..." said Ian, my older brother and the one I trust the most.
"You should do it more often, Emma, ​​it suits you..." added Santiago, the middle one.
"Thanks... I guess, but it's not my style," I said, sitting down next to them and their wives.
Just then the doorbell rang. The servants rushed to open the door, and when the person entered, I froze. It was Harryson Miller, the most ruthless mobster and enforcer in London's most powerful crime family. The youngest of his clan, at 27, and with the same job as me, but far worse. He wouldn't hesitate to kill us all or bring us to our knees. But I admit, he was very handsome: tall, with green eyes, broad shoulders, a great back, and a cold, formal expression.
My parents stood up to greet him as if they had known him for a long time. My brothers, their wives, and I stood up.