Author: The first few chapters is a summary of Daisy life,for a better understanding of Daisy character.please enjoy.
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The Night of Reckoning
Daisy stood in the middle of the room, bathed in the dim light of the moon that filtered through the thick curtains. The quiet was oppressive, pressing against her chest, making it hard to breathe. The room was filled with shadows, but the walls around her—every surface—was plastered with images of a man she had never known. Her father. Henry Willison.
Her fingers brushed against the cold, cracked frame of a photograph. It was one of the few remnants of him that her mother had kept hidden from her all these years. In it, Henry Willison held her as a baby, cradling her small form protectively, his eyes full of a tenderness that seemed out of place with the man he was. The man she had never met. The man whose life had been taken from him, and whose death had changed everything for her.
Two days ago, Thomas, her father's right-hand man, had arrived at their home. He had delivered the news with a stone-cold face, his words cutting through Daisy's world like a knife. Henry Willison was dead. Killed by the mafia that had surrounded him, by the enemies he had made in his line of work. Her father was dead. It felt like the earth had opened up beneath her, swallowing her whole.
She had only just learned about him. Just days ago, on her 18th birthday, her mother—Lucy—had finally told her the truth. The man who had raised her, the man she'd called "Dad" for so long, was not her real father. Austin. A man who had never truly been her father. The man who had failed her in so many ways.
But it wasn't the revelation of Austin's deceit that tore Daisy apart. It was the discovery of Henry's death—and the knowledge that, at this very moment, her life had been a lie for 18 years. A life of falsehoods, of secrets her mother had kept from her, hoping to protect her from the dangers of a world she could never understand.
She could feel the weight of it all now—every hidden truth, every moment of betrayal. Her father had been a killer, a man who had lived in the shadows, protecting those he loved by waging war in the darkness. He had made unimaginable sacrifices. He had protected them, even if it meant destroying himself in the process. The man she had never known had loved her. Had loved her enough to let them go and live in peace, knowing the price of his love would be his own destruction.
Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. No. She wasn't going to cry. Crying would be weak. She had made her decision already. And tonight, as she stood in the very room where her father had planned, where he had built his empire of blood, she would take the first step toward claiming what was rightfully hers.
The pictures around her showed a man who had lived and died by his code—a man who, despite the blood on his hands, had loved his family above all else. Her father had been the kind of man who sacrificed everything to keep them safe, and she… she was going to make sure his work, his legacy, did not die with him.
Her mother had pleaded with her, desperate to keep her away from this world. "You don't understand, Daisy. I will not let you walk that path. I won't lose you the same way I lost him," Lucy had said, her voice trembling with emotion. She had begged Daisy to turn away, to leave everything behind. She had wanted Daisy to have the life she never had—to be free from the bloodshed, the violence.
But Daisy couldn't. She couldn't let it go. She couldn't just stand back while her father's life was wasted, while the man who had killed him—who had ordered his death, who had taken him away from them—was allowed to live in power, untouched. The mafia lord who had destroyed her family, who had taken everything, he would pay. She would make sure of it.
She turned away from the photograph and moved to the small desk at the far side of the room. The space was sparse—cold and empty, save for the few possessions left behind from her father's life. But it was here, in this room, on this island, where she would train herself. It was here that she would learn the ways of the assassin, to take the place her father had left vacant. She would no longer be the naive girl she had been. She would be a weapon. A shadow.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the open map spread out in front of her—the map that led to her father's empire, to the people who had once worked for him. Her new life.
She could already hear the whisper of the ocean outside, the wind tugging at the trees. The island was isolated. There was no going back now. No turning around.
Daisy's hand hovered over the blade resting on the desk—a cold, silver knife. Her father's. She had touched it once, briefly, when she was a child. She had never understood what it meant, what it stood for. But now, it was all she had. Now, it was her only connection to the man she had never known, to the man whose death she was about to avenge.
She reached for the knife, gripping it tightly. The weight of it felt like a promise—a vow. The room was silent, save for the steady beat of her heart, as she took the first step toward her destiny.
Her father was gone. But his legacy would not be buried.
The mafia lord who killed him would not escape.
And Daisy Willison—his daughter—would become the shadow that would haunt their every step.