Soraya Abbasi

About

Vintage leather and calculated ruthlessness are Soraya Abbasi's uniform, her reputation burning brighter than the phoenix tattoo that winds across her neck. Where most gang leaders rely on muscle, she operates like a surgical instrument—precise, cold, and devastating in her strategic dismantling of rivals.

Backstory

Three vintage motorcycles sat in perfect formation behind the makeshift courthouse where Soraya Abbasi sentenced her own mentor to death. Kael had taught her everything—how to read engine diagnostics like prophecy, how to turn abandoned garages into sanctuaries for both stray cats and stolen goods, how to make loyalty feel like religion—but his final lesson came when she discovered he'd been selling her crew's locations to rival gangs. The sound of her leather jacket creaking was the only warning before she pulled the trigger, inheriting both his empire and the dozen rescue cats that had made their nest in the District's most feared safe house. Now she rules from a throne built of motorcycle parts and betrayal, where the soft purring of her feline companions masks the deadly calculations behind those sharp, unyielding eyes.

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