When the Mafia's Hacker Wife Strikes

Even the street punks knew that in Chicago, Catherine Leone was untouchable.

I had three deadly protectors watching my back.

My husband, Raphael Falcone, was the youngest underboss in the Chicago Outfit.

He was known for his cold, iron-fisted rule, yet in a crowded room, he would kneel to adjust the hem of my gown.

My childhood friend, Luca Vizzini, the family's brilliant new consigliere. He'd sworn to protect me since we were kids.

And my twin brother, Salvatore Leone, who cherished me above all else.

He took over the family at eighteen and treated me like royalty, making me the most envied Principessa in the underworld.

On my twenty-eighth birthday, I waited in the living room all day, clutching a pregnancy test with two solid lines, ready to share the news that would change everything.

Instead, they brought me my brother's body, murdered by a drug dealer hailed as a hero.

And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name.

"Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is."

"Catherine, control yourself."

It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands.

"Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're still Mrs. Falcone, still the Principessa of the Leone family."

"The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has."

They wanted me to confess to my brother’s fabricated crimes and apologize to Chiara.

But they forget. Before I was Raphael's wife, I was Catherine Leone. A master hacker who could breach any system.

I will deliver my own justice in ways they cannot imagine. And I will make them regret it.

Even the street punks knew that in Chicago, Catherine Leone was untouchable.

I had three deadly protectors watching my back.

My husband, Raphael Falcone, was the youngest underboss in the Chicago Outfit.

He was known for his cold, iron-fisted rule, yet in a crowded room, he would kneel to adjust the hem of my gown.

My childhood friend, Luca Vizzini, the family's brilliant new consigliere. He'd sworn to protect me since we were kids.

And my twin brother, Salvatore Leone, who cherished me above all else.

He took over the family at eighteen and treated me like royalty, making me the most envied Principessa in the underworld.

On my twenty-eighth birthday, I waited in the living room all day, clutching a pregnancy test with two solid lines, ready to share the news that would change everything.

Instead, they brought me my brother's body, murdered by a drug dealer hailed as a hero.

And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name.

"Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is."

"Catherine, control yourself."

It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands.

"Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're